Catherine and Lorinda were in the kitchen prepping ingredients for dinner.
Lorinda snapped the stem off a vegetable and nudged Catherine’s shoulder. "So, what’s the deal? You guys living together now?"
She knew Lance was helping Catherine fight the Lee family.
But she hadn't realized Catherine was actually staying at his place!
On the entryway console, Lance's sleek black car keys sat right next to Catherine's crimson set, complete with its cartoon keychain.
In the shoe cabinet, their shoes were lined up neatly side by side.
Did they practically move in together?
"We sleep in separate rooms," Catherine explained dryly.
Lorinda rolled her eyes. "Who’s gonna believe that? As long as he's a red-blooded man, there's no way he's guarding a stunning woman like you without having some dirty thoughts."
Dirty thoughts?
Of course there were.
But Catherine wasn't sure if he had them; she certainly did.
The image of him stepping out of the shower kept flashing through her mind.
It was so bad that whenever she went up to the third floor, she didn't even dare glance toward his bedroom.
She was terrified of seeing something she shouldn't.
But she swore she didn't actually harbor that kind of desire deep down—her brain was just out of control.
"Why so quiet?" Lorinda leaned in, studying her. "Did you ever figure out what was going on with him and Adelina?"
Snapped back to reality, Catherine avoided her gaze and shook her head.
"I didn't ask."
Lorinda’s expression turned serious. "If you don't get to the bottom of this, you can't just stumble into something with him."
Catherine shushed her, defending herself once again. "We are not doing anything!"
"Alright, alright, I believe you."
"No idea."
The words slipped past his lips, his tone completely indifferent.
Lorinda pulled Catherine back to the kitchen, whispering as she walked. "Looks like he hasn't been in touch with Adelina. Just find out why they broke up, and you can get back together with him."
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Frowning, Catherine shook her friend's hand off.
Lorinda gave her a knowing, teasing look, but then her gaze landed on the Engraved Gold Locket on the coffee table and she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Who bought this? It must have cost a fortune!"
Catherine tugged her toward the kitchen. "Well, I certainly didn't."
Lorinda got the hint—he had bought it.
She obediently followed Catherine into the kitchen, but the moment Catherine was distracted, she sneaked back to the living room and snapped a photo of the locket.

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