The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 682

To be precise, it revolted Catherine.

If someone shared their greed, they would undoubtedly view this as a golden ticket—a chance to guarantee a lifetime of luxury. To them, no amount of scheming would feel like a waste of energy.

"Do you think, since I share their blood, I secretly have those same terrible traits?"

Whenever she pondered this question, a suffocating wave of despair washed over her.

Did she possess some fatal flaw she was entirely oblivious to?

"Terrible traits? No. But you are incredibly stubborn," Lance teased.

He finished drying her hair and set the hairdryer down. Gently, he reached out and tucked a stray, messy lock behind her ear.

"If you kicked that little stubborn habit, you'd be absolutely perfect."

Stubbornness was hardly a fatal flaw. Everyone had a temper sometimes.

Yet hearing Lance say she was just one tiny step away from perfection...

"Since when did you become such a liar?"

Catherine playfully swatted his hand away, her gaze soft. "I'm a grown woman. I'm not falling for lines like that."

Suddenly, the hairdryer was thrust back into her line of sight. Lance held it out to her.

Only then did she notice how drenched his shirt was, his hair still matted together from the rain.

"Were you caught in the rain too?"

She stood on her tiptoes, first using a towel to vigorously dry his hair before roughly hitting it with the blow-dryer.

Lance tilted his head down to accommodate her height. His gaze drifted to the plunging neckline of her black dress, his eyes growing dark and predatory.

Since returning to work, Catherine hadn't been able to pump regularly. As a result, she was noticeably fuller, her figure more voluptuous than ever.

Almost anything she threw on effortlessly radiated a seductive, raw femininity.

Her stiff, tailored office wear usually managed to dial back the allure a fraction.

But when she headed out this afternoon, she had opted for a comfortable, flowing dress.