The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 642

"Will this work?" she asked.

Lance gave a brief nod.

Catherine turned to leave with the clothes, but his deep voice stopped her. "You forgot something."

She paused, glancing down at the garments in her hands.

Eldervale was scorching hot right now. A shirt and slacks were plenty; even the suit jacket was pushing it. What could she have possibly missed?

She looked at him in total bewilderment.

Lance crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, his dark, predatory gaze fixed on her as if he could swallow her whole.

She had put on some light, flawless makeup today. It made her look stunning, carrying a magnetic allure she rarely showed when she was lounging at home taking care of Lanny.

His lips pressed into a thin line.

"Do you need a heavy overcoat?" she asked innocently.

Lance just stared at her in deadpan silence.

Seeing his expression, Catherine fell quiet. Back in Cabinda, even during the bitterest winters, he rarely wore heavy layers since his life consisted of traveling from heated cars to heated offices.

He obviously wasn't going to the office, so he had to be heading out somewhere else. But in this sweltering Eldervale weather, extra layers were ridiculous.

Seeing her utterly clueless expression, Lance finally clarified, "Boxers."

Catherine’s face instantly burned a bright crimson. "I don't know where they are."

He tapped the sleek wooden dresser next to him. "Second drawer."

Prepping his most intimate clothing was something she had done countless times before. During their two-year marriage, it had been a daily routine, though it had still always made her slightly flustered.

Now, under their current arrangement, it felt entirely different.

"Can't you just grab them yourself?" she muttered.

Lance stood rooted to the spot, making no move to help, his gaze steady and cool. It was a silent reminder that it was her son who had soaked his clothes in the first place.

Admitting defeat, Catherine spun around, pulled open the second drawer, and grabbed a random pair of dark boxer briefs. She tossed them onto his pristine bed and hurried out of the room.

Perhaps he was taking someone out for a lunch date, Catherine thought to herself, a specific name springing to mind.

Adelina.

"He hasn't even taken a personal call all morning, just dealt with work," Susan muttered, dismissing the idea of a casual outing.

Catherine stopped her mental guesswork. After finishing her meal, she took Lanny upstairs for his afternoon nap.

Meanwhile, at the Eldervale International Airport.

Lance’s sleek Maybach slid into the VIP parking area. He stepped out and strode directly to the arrivals terminal.

"Lance!"

Sophia dragged her designer suitcase behind her, waving frantically when she spotted him. "Why are you so late? I could have caught a cab and been home by now!"

She shoved her luggage toward him. "Hurry up! Take me to see my new nephew!"

Lance didn't take the suitcase. Instead, he grabbed his sister’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. "Who told you about this?"