The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 393

“No, it’s fine.”

“Is Lance okay with that?”

Catherine’s answer barely left her lips before Lorinda jumped in with another question.

Harrell looked back.

Lance was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes sharp and unreadable as always.

“Lance, thanks for today. When you leave, could you take Catherine home? Just make sure she gets back safe, otherwise I’ll worry.”

Lance and Lorinda had known about each other for years, but they’d barely exchanged a handful of words. The way Lorinda spoke now, you’d think they were old friends.

Catherine braced herself, half-expecting Lance to ignore Lorinda completely.

“Let’s go,” Lance said, his voice cool and to the point.

Catherine hesitated for a second, biting her lip, then grabbed her things and followed him.

It was late. She was pregnant and didn’t even have her phone on her. She knew what the smart choice was.

When she’d come into the hospital, she’d already given Lance his suit jacket back. Now, heading outside into the chilly night air, he handed it to her again.

“There’s an international video conference tomorrow morning. I need you to take minutes.”

If she got sick, she wouldn’t be able to help with the meeting.

After working for Lance for so long, Catherine could always catch the real meaning behind his words.

She slipped on the jacket, breathing in the faint scent of sandalwood that lingered on it. It used to be mixed with smoke, but that was gone now.

She hadn’t seen Lance smoke in a while. Maybe Adelina didn’t like the smell.

Catherine kept her head down, trailing after him to his car. She let him drive her home without a word.

As Lance’s car pulled away, someone stepped out from the shadows.

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