The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 400

Before Catherine could even catch her breath, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

“Why didn’t you drive home?”

Gavin stood there in a neon green tracksuit, the face of his sports watch glowing faintly on his wrist. He looked like a walking glow stick in the dark, and Catherine nearly jumped out of her skin, stumbling back a couple of steps.

“It’s just me,” Gavin said again.

Catherine squinted, finally making out his face. “Gavin?”

“I asked you a question,” he said, perching himself on the curb.

“I had a little accident yesterday,” Catherine replied. “The car’s in the shop. Probably won’t get it back for a couple of days.”

“An accident?” Gavin got up and walked over, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe. “Are you hurt?”

As he stepped into the streetlight, she spotted a bruise just under his eye.

“Not as bad as you, apparently,” Catherine said, nodding at the mark on his face. “What happened to you?”

Gavin made a face. “Went for a night run, took a wrong step, and ended up in a ditch. Just dragged myself out.”

He turned so she could see the mess. His tracksuit was streaked with dirt, and his knee was scraped and bleeding.

Catherine winced and looked away. “Why are you even out running this late?”

“I always go for night runs. I’m not used to this neighborhood yet, didn’t see the warning sign.” Now that she’d spotted his injuries, Gavin dropped the act and limped over to sit on the edge of the road. “Honestly, I sat there for over ten minutes before I could even stand up. It hurts like hell.”

Catherine pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight. Blood was trickling down his leg, some of it already dried. When he shifted, the cut broke open again and fresh blood started to seep out.

“Want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No, but thanks,” Catherine replied. “If there’s nothing else, you should probably head back to Cabinda soon.”

“I’ll leave when Lance leaves,” Gavin said, not missing a beat. “I’m not here for the drama. I just want to help you deal with him. Once he’s gone and you’re safe, I’ll go too.”

Catherine glanced at him. For a second, she saw something honest in his expression. “Thanks, but you really don’t have to.”

“I do—ouch!” Gavin, too caught up in the conversation, kicked the curb. He threw his hands out to stop himself and sort of froze, legs stiff, his knee barely missing another hit. The shock almost made him yell. “Ow…”

Catherine set her bag down and grabbed his arm, pulling him back onto his feet. The way he scrambled up looked like something straight out of a zombie movie, and once he was upright, his leg instantly cramped.

On instinct, Gavin clung to Catherine, hopping on one foot and twisting around in pain.

From a distance, the two of them looked like a couple who hadn’t seen each other in forever, running into each other’s arms.

At least, that’s exactly what it looked like to Lance.