The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 85

Adelina’s soft humming drifted out from the bedroom.

“What?” Catherine only caught bits and pieces of his words.

The lamp’s warm glow cast a golden circle over the desk. They sat across from each other. Catherine’s long, dark hair spilled over her white blouse. In the stillness of the night, she looked softer, almost heartbreakingly gentle.

Lance lounged in his chair, legs crossed, the black shirt he wore adding a touch of wildness to his look.

His eyes narrowed, and his voice came out low and textured. “Go make some coffee.”

Lance was picky about his coffee. He’d only drink that imported stuff, freshly ground. Every work trip meant Catherine had to pack the beans and fuss with the whole setup in whatever hotel they landed in.

She busied herself at the kitchen island, moving through the steps until the rich smell of coffee floated into every part of the apartment. Ten minutes later, a steaming cup sat at Lance’s left hand.

He lifted it, took a slow sip, and let the bitter taste linger.

“Sort through this file,” he said, tossing a folder to her.

Catherine glanced over the pages. “Lance, this is from the C Program. It’s already been organized.”

Honestly, calling it organized was generous. This stuff was from a proposal drafted before the data leak. It was outdated and useless.

Lance sipped his coffee, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Really? Must have grabbed the wrong one.” He set the cup down and went back to his work.

Catherine blinked. So… what was she supposed to do now?

“Just reorganize it. Not like you’ve got anything else going on.”

She looked away fast. As she lowered her gaze, she suddenly noticed the black lace of her bra peeking out. At some point, two buttons on her blouse had come undone.

Her chest was almost completely exposed. Heat rushed to her face. She turned away and tried to fix her buttons without drawing attention, but her body had changed so much since getting pregnant. The shirt that used to fit was suddenly too tight, and rebuttoning it just made it pull in all the wrong places.

She could feel Lance’s gaze on her, hot and heavy. Her ears burned. She thought about explaining herself, but that would just make everything worse. Still, saying nothing felt awkward.

“I…”

Before she could finish, Adelina ran out of the bedroom. “Lance, I don’t want to be alone, I’m scared.”

She stopped short when she saw Catherine still sitting there, and her face immediately soured. “Why are you still here?”

If she’d known Catherine hadn’t left, there was no way she would have gone back to her room.