The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 528

Catherine stepped out of the apartment building and hesitated when she saw Lance waiting for her. After a second, she walked over.

“You really didn’t have to come all the way here just for this,” she said.

“If I don’t, what other excuse do I have to see you?” Lance shot back.

She wasn’t his wife anymore, and she wasn’t his secretary either. If he wanted to see her, he had to find a reason.

His words stung a bit, and Catherine frowned. “Well, where is it?”

Before Lance could answer, the sky suddenly opened up with a heavy burst of rain.

“Get in the car,” he called, pulling open the door.

Thick drops hammered down, blurring her vision. Catherine ducked inside, grabbed a couple of tissues, and wiped the rain from her cheeks and the corners of her eyes.

By the time Lance slid into the passenger seat, his white shirt was already soaked through, clinging to his chest and showing off the lines of his body and the warm tan of his skin.

“What’s so great about Eldervale, huh? Why’d you have to come to this place?” He frowned, not bothering to hide his irritation.

“If you hate Eldervale so much, go back to Cabinda,” Catherine replied. She was just being honest. There was no real reason for Lance to stay here. The guys at the branch office—people like Ivan—weren’t worth his time.

“Are you really that eager for me to leave, Catherine?”

“You’re the one who said Eldervale is terrible.” Catherine caught a whiff of his scent—something familiar, sandalwood with a hint of something new now that the old tobacco smoke was gone. It felt a little strange.

“What’s going on between you and Gavin?” Lance pressed.

Catherine looked over. “What do you mean, what’s going on?”

“I mean—”

“Lance, my life isn’t any of your business anymore, either at work or outside of it. I heard Belinda and Adelina are coming next week. Please, I really can’t deal with any more drama from you.” She didn’t want to talk about Gavin at all. Life was different now. With Lanny, she just wanted things to be calm and steady. She wasn’t going to let anyone mess that up, especially people who always seemed to bring trouble. May as well say it straight out.

“You brought it, you take it back,” she said, slamming the door.

She turned on her heel and hurried toward the building. The rain had eased up, but it was still fast and heavy. She jogged, but her sandal slid on the wet pavement. She stumbled and pitched backward.

“Ah!” she gasped, bracing herself for a messy fall.

A strong arm slid around her waist, catching her before she hit the ground.

Before Catherine could figure out what had happened, everything spun. Lance lifted her up and carried her back to the car on his shoulder, not giving her a chance to resist.

There was something both rough and surprisingly careful about the way he moved. It wasn’t painful, just completely overwhelming.

A couple of buttons popped off Catherine’s blouse. Her pale pink bra and a flash of bare skin showed in the dim light.

Lance’s jaw clenched. He paused, swallowing hard, his anger blocked by the sight in front of him…