The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 77

Catherine’s breath caught and her hand slipped, sending the cotton swab straight into Gavin’s mouth.

“Ow... ugh, pfft, pfft!”

Gavin dropped the medicine box and doubled over the trash can, spitting a few times.

Flustered, Catherine quickly tucked the box into her pocket and hurried to pour him a glass of water. “Sorry, that was an accident. Here, rinse your mouth.”

Gavin took the warm water, swished it around, and spat it out. When he looked for the medicine box, it had vanished.

“That’s my friend’s prescription. She left it here,” Catherine said, trying to sound calm as she sat down again. Just in case he doubted her, she added, “I don’t even have a boyfriend. There’s no way I’d be pregnant.”

Gavin arched a brow, not fully convinced. “Not having a boyfriend doesn’t mean there aren’t any men around.”

She looked away, fumbling for a response. “I’m working all the time. How would I even find the time to date?”

Wanting to steer the conversation away, she asked, “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Gavin smirked. “Don’t tell me it was Lance. Did he force himself—”

“Gavin.” Catherine’s expression turned cold. “If you say another word like that, you can see yourself out.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, my bad. It hurts here, can you check?”

He sat and peeled off his shirt, revealing a nasty, dark bruise on his left shoulder.

Catherine went to grab some ointment from her supply at home and started rubbing it gently on his shoulder.

Gavin was objectively good-looking, but Catherine didn’t feel a thing for him. She just felt responsible—he’d gotten these injuries because of her, so she wanted to help.

While she was focused on treating his bruise, Gavin slyly pulled out his phone, snapped a photo of her in profile, and sent it off.

[Lance, you’re such a snake. Lucky for me, I’ve got a beauty taking care of my wounds. Just wait till I bounce back. This isn’t over.]

Late at night, Lance walked out of the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets slid down his toned chest, and his short hair was still damp, making him look even more intense.

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