As Sophia walked out, Lance called after her, “Knock before you come in next time.”
Sophia replied with a casual “Okay,” but she never really remembered.
That was part of the reason she and Lance rarely stayed overnight at The James Estate.
On those rare nights they did, Lance would lock the door.
Catherine sometimes felt like there wasn’t much to remember from her two-year marriage.
Still, something about Sophia’s call had her lost in thought, memories rushing back all at once.
The car pulled up to the curb, and the driver stepped out to open her door.
Catherine slipped her phone away and got in.
Lance had asked her to call every night after work, just to let him know she was safe.
Tonight, though, she figured it was better not to bother him and Adelina.
The window was cracked open and a cool breeze drifted in, making her shiver.
She reached for the spare blanket in the back seat and pulled it around her shoulders.
“Catherine, Adela invited you for tea at her new club tomorrow afternoon,” Neville said from the front seat.
“Are you planning to go?”
Catherine snapped out of her thoughts.
She didn’t have much power at work these days, and her schedule was light.
There was plenty of free time, more than she knew what to do with.
She rubbed her forehead and shook her head. “Just send some flowers for me. I’ll skip it.”
“But Adela said all the big names’ wives from the Eldervale business circle will be there. She wants to introduce you to some of them.”
Neville turned to look at her, his tone thoughtful. “Honestly, I think it’s a good idea.”
Catherine knew he was right.
The company was a mess lately, and if she wanted to keep her footing, she needed to make connections.
But she wasn’t ready for everyone to know about her pregnancy.
Those society wives always noticed everything, and it would be tough to hide.
“I’m not going,” she repeated.

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