The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 711

Lance grabbed another glass of liquor and threw it back.

"Pace yourself. Let's drop the topic of Catherine and talk about something else," Harrell said. Knowing he had hit a nerve, Harrell turned off the stove, poured a steaming mug of black coffee, and brought it over.

"So, is SilverLeaf Industries slammed right now?"

"Yeah," Lance muttered. "Since she left, it's been nonstop."

Harrell fell silent.

"I heard Sophia is in Cabinda. Maybe another day..."

"Sophia asked Catherine to meet up, but Catherine refused to bring Lanny," Lance cut in.

Harrell licked his lips, scrambling for a new topic before landing on Lorinda.

"Look, things have been weird between Lorinda and me lately. What even are feelings? If you just have physical desire for someone, is that love?"

Lance shot him a sideways glance. "If all you have is physical desire, you're just an animal."

Harrell's expression stiffened. "Then what is it?"

"Real affection isn't about having the desire. It's about being able to control it."

Lance set down his empty glass, picked up a full one, and downed it in one go.

His words sent a chill down Harrell's spine.

Lorinda was the only woman he had ever felt such intense physical desire for.

He thought that meant he cared for her. Was he wrong?

"How do you tell if a woman actually likes you, then?"

He pressed Lance again. "Lorinda asked for my number a long time ago. She must like me, right?"

Lance scoffed. "From what I know, the men Lorinda has asked for numbers could form a line around the equator."

Harrell sat in stunned silence.

He could practically hear his own heart shatter.