The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 646

Lance set down the pastries and went to wash his hands. When he returned, he sat beside Catherine and took Lanny from her arms.

"Dinner will be ready in a minute. Have some scones first," he said.

With her arms suddenly empty, Catherine watched as Lance skillfully adjusted the baby against his chest.

"He refuses to go to anyone else," Catherine noted. "He cries the second Susan or Alexa tries to hold him."

She instinctively reached out to take Lanny back.

After his afternoon nap, she had been holding him non-stop. Whenever the nanny or housekeeper tried to give her a break, the little guy would start whimpering within seconds.

"Isn't this fine?" Lance asked mildly.

He settled into the sofa. Lanny rested contentedly against him, his heavy eyelids fluttering shut. He was perfectly behaved.

Susan arranged the Honeyed Date Scones on a plate and brought them over to Catherine. "The little guy just prefers his parents. Eat up, Catherine. It wasn't easy for Lance to stand in line in the pouring rain to get these."

Taking the plate, Catherine stared at how remarkably docile Lanny was in Lance's arms. A wave of complicated emotions washed over her.

"Lance, where did you go this afternoon?" Susan asked playfully. "Catherine was so worried you skipped lunch. She's been distracted all day."

Susan handed Catherine a small dessert fork, gesturing for her to feed a piece to Lance.

Caught completely off guard, Catherine froze, her mind scrambling.

When had she ever worried about his lunch?

She had been entirely preoccupied with Geoffrey's sudden partnership with Golden Horizon Enterprises!

"Is that right?" Lance cast a sideways glance at her, then let his gaze drop to the plate. "I'll have a scone."

Susan beamed. "Catherine loves Honeyed Date Scones. You two really do have similar tastes."

Catherine's grip on the tiny silver fork tightened, her knuckles turning white. Her grip on the tiny silver fork tightened until her knuckles turned white.

Relaxing her grip slightly, she speared a piece of the pastry and brought it to Lance's lips.

She remembered clearly that Lance hated sweets.

But he took the bite of the scone and chewed it with obvious relish.

"It's actually pretty good."

"It's not too late for you to leave Golden Horizon."

Lance said it casually, popping a piece of steak into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. It sounded like idle dinner conversation.

Catherine rejected the idea without hesitation. "I just accepted the position. I'm not backing out now."

She waited for Lance to push the issue.

But he seemed content to leave it at that. After her refusal, he didn't say another word.

Lanny slept soundly until midnight. When he woke up, Catherine fed him and tried to coax him back to sleep, but the baby was wide awake.

Left with no choice, she turned on a dim nightlight and stayed up with him, fighting to keep her heavy eyelids open.

A soft knock echoed in the quiet room.

Catherine's eyes snapped open. She looked toward the door.

Lance pushed the door open and stepped quietly inside. "Why are you still up?" he asked.

The warm glow of her lamp spilled over him.