The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 577

Petty pretended not to understand. Her hand instinctively drifted up to touch her nose, but remembering that Cavanaugh was an expert at reading micro-expressions to psychoanalyze people, she knew she'd be endlessly mocked if he caught her nervous tick.

Thinking fast, she shifted her hand to pat Manley's head instead.

Cavanaugh caught the movement from the corner of his eye and scoffed lightly. "Even if you patted Hans's ass, it wouldn't hide your guilty conscience."

"Are you out of your mind?" Hans muttered, kicking him under the table.

Petty quickly covered Manley's ears, glaring back at Cavanaugh before hurrying toward the washroom at the back of the private suite. "Act your age."

"My age?" Cavanaugh dropped his arms, his tone lazy. "I'm younger than your ex-boyfriend."

Ex-boyfriend.

Petty's grip on Manley tightened slightly. She quickly composed herself, turning on the faucet and adjusting the water temperature as if nothing had happened.

That must have been how Franco introduced himself to Cavanaugh.

It wasn't exactly a glorious title. Why would he even bring it up?

She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice Hans walking up behind her.

He finally spoke. "What's on your mind? You're just letting the water run without washing your hands. Trying to flood the place?"

"I was just about to wash them," Petty shot back stubbornly.

Hans looked down at Petty, who was putting up a calm front despite her obvious distraction.

"Give him to me. Hurry up and wash so you can eat." He lifted Manley out of her arms.

After washing up, Hans placed Manley into a high chair and buckled him in.

He took the seat to Manley's left, Petty sat on the right, and Cavanaugh sat diagonally across from them.

Cavanaugh offered a silent smirk.

After lunch, Petty planned to take Manley to see Amy.

Originally, she had invited Amy to join them, but unfortunately, Amy had an interview scheduled and was currently finishing up lunch with her colleagues nearby.

Cavanaugh looked like he was so exhausted he could barely walk. He let out a massive yawn. "I'm going back to sleep."

"What about you? Are you coming with me?" Petty asked Hans, who had already put his cap and mask back on.

...

Meanwhile.

Amy was holding Manley like he was the most precious thing in the world. She stroked his cheeks, kissed his little hands, and practically buried her face in his neck to smell him.

"Stop acting like a creep." Petty pinched Amy's cheek.

Amy swatted Petty's hand away, suddenly remembering something.

"Oh, right. I let Jared know you were back in the country. He really wants you back at the TV station. He's been keeping your spot open this whole time. He said he always had a feeling you'd come back, so he asked me to feel you out."

Petty was genuinely surprised.

Going back to the station to work as a reporter.

It was a job she deeply loved, one she had only quit because she had been forced into a corner.

But Jared didn't run the network by himself. Even if he genuinely wanted to hold the position for her, the higher-ups definitely wouldn't have allowed it without a fight.

Petty lowered her eyes. She knew exactly who was actually keeping that job open for her.