The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 652

Lance had overheard Belinda and Sophia bickering earlier and remembered them mentioning a gift.

"Put it in my room for now."

Susan nodded and carried the gift up to the third-floor bedroom.

Once the living room was completely tidy, she headed into the kitchen to help Alexa prepare lunch.

"Susan, are things a bit rocky between Catherine and Lance?"

Alexa leaned in, whispering her gossip. "You don't notice much on a regular day, but whenever something happens, Catherine treats Lance like an absolute stranger."

Susan glanced toward the sunroom. "Don't ever let Lance hear you say that."

"Why?" Alexa lowered her voice further. "What's really going on?"

"Their business isn't for us to discuss. Just remember, whatever you do, don't let it slip to Catherine that Belinda and Sophia came to see the baby today. Got it?"

Honestly, Susan didn't understand the exact nature of Lance and Catherine's relationship either.

They were back together and living under the same roof, yet they slept in separate rooms.

"Catherine is something else. Lance is such a catch, so why—"

Before Alexa could finish her sentence, the rumble of a car engine echoed from the courtyard.

Catherine was back.

Susan nudged Alexa's arm, gesturing for her to drop the subject. "Hurry up and serve the food. Let's eat."

"Got it." Alexa dropped the gossip and quickly got back to work.

As soon as Catherine stepped out of her car, she spotted Lance holding Lanny in the sunroom.

She bypassed the main entrance and slipped directly through the side door of the sunroom.

The midday sun cast a lazy, warm glow. Lance's features were striking, sculpted to absolute perfection.

His large hand rested gently over Lanny's tiny body. His eyes were half-closed, looking as though he had drifted off.

Catherine walked up to them. Both the man and the baby had their eyes shut tight, showing no signs of waking up.

"Lanny can't eat solid food anyway. What do you mean by 'them'?" Alexa chuckled. "You mean you're waiting for Lance, right?"

Catherine paused her scrolling through the documents and looked up at Alexa.

"You always act so cold toward Lance, but it's obvious you care about him. You even insist on waiting for him to eat. If that's the case, why do you always give him the cold shoulder?"

Alexa simply couldn't hold it in anymore.

When she mentioned Catherine giving him the cold shoulder, she didn't mean Catherine was throwing tantrums.

She meant Catherine was incredibly distant and overly polite toward Lance.

"Isn't that just basic courtesy?" Catherine asked with a helpless sigh. "We're living in his house."

Who would start eating before the host sat down?

Alexa instantly fired back. "This is your home. Lance has never treated this place like it belongs solely to him. He practically orders us to plan every single meal around your favorite foods."

It was just that Susan, out of sympathy for Lance, always sneaked in one dish tailored to his tastes.