Lance was trying to make her abandon the idea of keeping their finances strictly separate, like business partners instead of a married couple.
Catherine pursed her lips. That was all well and good in theory, but they were bound by a contract.
The word "contract" lingered in her mind, impossible to shake.
Especially since Lanny technically wasn't his biological son. She couldn't just accept his money to cover the baby's expenses with a clear conscience.
"I... You shouldn't buy things this expensive anymore," she said.
Regardless of Lance's intentions, Catherine didn't want a repeat of this situation.
Lance's gaze turned somber.
"Thank you," she added softly.
Leaving those two words hanging in the air, Catherine snipped the tags off the clothes and took them to the laundry room.
Alexa, who had been lingering nearby, rushed over to take the garments.
"Catherine, let me handle the wash!"
"It's fine, I've got it," Catherine replied, keeping her grip on the fabric.
Alexa followed her out to the balcony, gently but firmly tugging the clothes from her hands.
"Catherine, there's something I've been meaning to say to you for a while now."
Alexa glanced toward the living room. Seeing that Lance wasn't paying attention, she slid the balcony door shut.
"What is it?" Catherine followed her gaze, catching only the broad lines of Lance's back.
"Lance isn't just handsome and wealthy. He treats you so incredibly well. You shouldn't be so cold to him all the time."
Alexa had no idea what had transpired between the two of them in the past.
She didn't know why Lance hadn't been there when Lanny was born.
But ever since he brought the mother and son here, Alexa had witnessed his meticulous, unwavering care firsthand.



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