The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 620

Caught completely off guard by the sudden turn in conversation, Catherine's expression froze.

In fact, it had been even longer than that!

"What's with that look?" Lorinda caught the shift in her demeanor, her eyes narrowing. "How exactly did he help you out?"

He was supposed to be helping Catherine hide from the Lee family. Did he somehow help her right into his bed?!

"I meant that he used to pull crazy overtime for the company all the time. A few days is nothing to him," Catherine quickly clarified.

Harrell nodded. "Fair enough. Work will never break him. But a person might."

The moment Catherine extinguished the flames, Harrell lit the match again.

Lorinda finally picked up on the strange undercurrent. "What is going on here? Why are you guys talking like you and Lance are permanently attached at the hip?"

"No idea." Catherine decisively shook her head. "I'm going to make some tea. You two chat."

She grabbed a jar of rose tea from the glass cabinet and started brewing it, using the busywork as an excuse to dodge the interrogation.

Lorinda shot Harrell a pointed glare.

Looking utterly unapologetic, Harrell wisely snapped his mouth shut.

The group settled around the table, and Catherine poured them each a cup of tea.

She had just finished filling the third cup when Harrell reached over and set a fourth empty cup in front of her. "We have one more."

"Alright." Catherine filled the extra cup, glancing around the empty lounge.

She was just about to ask who else was joining them when the distant thunder of galloping hooves and a sharp whinny cut through the air.

Catherine turned her head to look out the window.

Out on the sprawling dirt track, a man was riding a magnificent stallion. He wore a crisp white shirt beneath a tailored vest, paired with riding breeches and tall leather boots. Even with a black helmet obscuring his features, his posture on horseback was commanding and aggressively sharp.

"When did Lance get here?" Lorinda asked, stunned.

"He's been here a while," Harrell answered. "He hit the stables the second he arrived. That's his third lap around the track."

Lorinda nodded. "Good. That man is a tyrant. We can't afford to get on his bad side, so it's best to keep our heads down."

The lounge door swung open. Lance stripped off his suede riding gloves, the heavy thud of his boots against the hardwood floor echoing sharply in the quiet room.

"Perfect timing. Catherine just poured the tea."

Harrell pulled out the chair directly next to Catherine, gesturing for Lance to take a seat.

Lance tossed his gloves onto the side cabinet, closed the distance, and sat down beside her, taking a slow sip of the floral tea.

No one spoke. After a few seconds of suffocating silence, Harrell suddenly stood up. "They have a pony in the stables. I'm going to take Jasper for a ride."

"Absolutely not, you're going to drop him!" Lorinda instantly rejected the idea.

But Harrell had already scooped Jasper into his arms and was heading for the door. She immediately jumped up and chased after him. "If you drop him, my parents are going to kill me!"

Their exit was fast and frantic. Suddenly, Catherine and Lance were the only two left in the room.