The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 661

The courtyard lighting had been dim earlier, so Catherine hadn't noticed if he was wearing a shirt.

Now that she thought about it, he definitely hadn't been wearing that black button-down.

Had he just been sitting there shirtless?

Psycho.

"What? I put medicine on your cut. Can't you return the favor?"

Lance's tone carried a hint of complaint as she hesitated.

It was as if she were being ungrateful and had somehow wronged him.

"I—nobody asked you to!"

Catherine snatched the ointment from him, roughly pulling him down to sit.

Despite his imposing size, he let her slender arms manhandle him. He seemed utterly weightless, tipping whichever way she pulled.

But even though she had only meant to pull him onto the edge of the mattress, he ended up collapsing fully onto her bed.

"Gentle."

Catherine had just squeezed the ointment onto a cotton swab when his deep voice broke the silence.

Deep inside, a rush of old memories came flooding back.

She still remembered the accidental night that had led to their two-year marriage. It had been her first time.

The next day, she could barely walk, and it took her days to fully recover.

The second time they slept together, she had swallowed her pride and whispered, "Can you be a little gentle?"

Her plea had been swallowed by Lance's feverish kisses.

He had been a man starved of affection for over two decades. Once he finally tasted that kind of release, he completely lost control.

But she had still noticed that his movements were a fraction more tender than on their first night.

"It's a bug bite, not an amputation. It's just a little cream."

Catherine shook her head, forcing the memories away.

She intentionally pressed a little harder.

The cotton swab rubbed against his back, blending the white cream into his skin until it vanished.

"If you hadn't said anything, I would have thought a bug bite was a fatal injury."

Lance's voice was low and resonant.

In the cool night air, it carried a trace of displeasure.

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Golden Horizon Enterprises.

The morning flew by in a blur of productivity.

Right around noon, Catherine unlocked her phone and scrolled through the photos and videos of Lanny that Lance had sent her.

Taking advantage of her lunch break, she dialed Alexa for a video call to check on her son.

After all, there was no telling what time she would be able to get off work this afternoon.

The line rang for a long time. Just as it was about to time out, Alexa finally answered.

"Catherine? Why the sudden video call? Is something wrong?"

Alexa picked up, but her eyes kept darting away from the camera lens.

"Nothing's wrong," Catherine said. "I just wanted to see Lanny. Is he behaving?"

"Oh, he's an angel. You just focus on work, don't worry about him at all. The little guy is actually napping upstairs right now."

Alexa paused before adding, "I'm still eating my lunch down here. Do you really want to see him? Should I go upstairs and show you?"

"Is Susan upstairs? I can just call her instead so you can finish your lunch."