A ray of sunlight breached the horizon, spilling into the bedroom and casting a warm glow on the three sleeping figures.
At nine in the morning, a knock sounded on the bedroom door.
Susan's voice carried through the door. "Sir, Ma'am."
Catherine's eyes flew open, realizing it was already nine o'clock.
Lanny was still asleep, and so was the man who had mysteriously appeared on the other side of the bed.
She slipped out of bed to open the door. "They're still asleep. What is it?"
"The Lee family is here, saying they're looking for you," Susan pointed downstairs.
The family had arrived faster than she expected.
"Let them wait," Lance's slightly raspy voice sounded.
Catherine turned around to see him sitting up in bed, radiating a sexy, sleepy laziness.
"Alright." Susan turned and went downstairs to deal with them.
Half an hour later, Catherine and Lance had washed up, changed clothes, and gotten Lanny ready before heading downstairs.
It was pin-drop quiet downstairs. Geoffrey sat on the sofa, checking his watch from time to time, unable to hide his anxiety.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he immediately stood up and looked their way.
Lance stepped out first, holding Lanny.
Catherine followed closely behind, carrying a few diapers.
Seeing the two of them moving in perfect sync with a child in tow, looking like a loving couple, Geoffrey secretly rejoiced.
He was glad he hadn't forced Lance to stay at the estate yesterday, allowing Lance to take Catherine away.
"Mr... James, Catherine."
Geoffrey initially wanted to use Catherine to cozy up to Lance, but as soon as he got close, the forbidding aura radiating from Lance completely dashed that thought.
Lance and Catherine walked past him, ignoring him completely.
"Is breakfast ready?"



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