The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 67

Catherine pulled out her phone and, right in front of him, took his number off her block list.

“Let’s swap contacts,” Gavin said, handing his phone over.

Within seconds, Catherine’s hand was red from the cold. Not wanting to waste time, she added Gavin’s contact.

“It’s late, Gavin. You should head home and get some rest.”

She turned and walked toward her car.

Gavin easily kept up with her. “I can drive you back. My car’s fast, you know.”

“I’m not really a fan of speed,” Catherine said. Her face was so cold she could barely manage a smile. “Seriously, Gavin, just go home.”

She pulled out her car keys and picked up her pace.

Gavin could have caught up with her easily, but then a sudden flash of light caught his eye. He squinted, spotting someone in the shadows across the street, camera in hand.

As soon as the person realized Gavin was looking, they turned and bolted.

“Great, which tabloid is it this time?” Gavin muttered, forgetting all about Catherine as he dashed across the street.

He was too late. By the time he made it over, the person had already disappeared.

On the other side, Catherine had driven off.

“Come on!” Gavin, frustrated, kicked a lamppost. The loud clang was followed by him clutching his foot and hopping around in pain.

Catherine caught a glimpse of him jumping around in her rearview mirror. Despite everything, she couldn’t help but laugh.

She and Gavin had only ever exchanged a few words before, except for that one time he made her drink. They’d never really talked.

Now that they’d spent more time together over the past few days, she realized he was both annoying and, somehow, not. It was a weird mix of feelings she couldn’t quite put into words.

The day had been so packed that Catherine, already tired from her pregnancy, could barely keep her eyes open by the time she got home. She took a hot shower and fell straight into bed.

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