The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 712

Catherine practically lunged forward, catching his dead weight just in time to stop them both from collapsing onto the pavement.

"Why did you drink so much?"

At the overwhelming stench of alcohol radiating from him, Catherine's brows pulled together. She glanced at Harrell on the ground, a massive headache forming behind her eyes.

It was the middle of the night—who was she supposed to call to help haul two heavy drunks inside?

"Take me home."

The man mumbled the words, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Catherine wrapped her arms around his waist to keep him steady. "What about Harrell?"

"Leave him. He won't get lost."

Lance's long legs slowly slid off the hood until his feet hit the ground. He stood with his legs planted apart, his tall frame slumping heavily against her.

"I shouldn't have come for you."

Drowning in the scent of his cologne and liquor, Catherine let go of his waist and put her hands against his chest to create some space. "Sit right here. I'm going to go find a security guard to help."

The second she pulled away, Lance hooked his long arm around her and yanked her right back against his chest, their bodies pressed flush together.

"Catherine."

His gaze was hazy, and the dim streetlights couldn't illuminate the dark, turbulent emotions swirling in his eyes.

He whispered her name against her skin, his voice soft but incredibly distinct, striking her heart with an undeniable force.

"Catherine."

He called for her over and over, leaving her mind in a complete tangled mess.

She couldn't push him away, her hands finally dropping to her sides in defeat.

"Lance, snap out of it. It's late. We need to go home."

"Whose home?" Lance loosened his grip slightly to look down at her. "Our home?"

Catherine refused to argue with a drunk man. "Yes, our home. Just get in the car and sit down. I'll get someone to carry Harrell upstairs."