The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 676

Her slender legs bent slightly as she came to a halt, and the man straightened up.

Catherine looked up, greeted by Lance's rugged, masculine features.

His face was striking and sharply defined, exuding a rugged handsomeness.

In his dark eyes, she caught a reflection of her own red, tear-filled gaze.

"What are you doing here?"

The moment Catherine spoke, a faint tremor betrayed her voice.

It was the result of a suffocating wave of emotion she could no longer suppress.

Lance reached out with a long arm, hooking it around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

Catherine crashed into his solid chest.

The lump in her throat thickened, and the moisture in her eyes instantly spilled over, tracing hot paths down her cheeks.

She would never cry in front of the Lee family.

She couldn't cry in front of Lorinda.

And she shouldn't be crying in front of Lance, either.

She had imagined countless times that this dam of emotions would eventually break, perhaps allowing her a good, solitary cry.

But she never expected that Lance's sudden appearance would completely dismantle her defenses, leaving her powerless to stop the tears.

Her body's instinctual reaction had long since tossed the word 'shouldn't' out the window.

She clutched his sleeve, her tears falling in heavy, distinct drops that soaked right through his shirt.

Lance held her close with one arm while his other hand gently stroked her back.

"Are they really worth your tears?"

He shifted his stance, shielding her from the wind and cocooning her safely between the car and his chest.

Catherine kept her head down, her forehead resting against his chest as she listened to his strong, steady heartbeat.

She figured Lance had already seen her at her absolute worst in this lifetime.

What did it matter if she embarrassed herself in front of him one more time?