The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 84

She pulled herself together and motioned for the receptionist to hurry up. Once she had her room key, Catherine grabbed her suitcase and headed over to Lance.

“Catherine, let’s grab dinner sometime!” Gavin called out from behind her, his voice loud across the lobby.

She caught the way Lance’s face instantly tightened, like he was bracing for something. Suddenly, she felt trapped, stuck right between two people who both wanted something from her. Catherine didn’t dare answer Gavin. She just went up to Lance and said quietly, “I’m ready.”

Gavin laughed, his voice echoing in the background. “You should stay away from that cold-blooded boss of yours. He’s getting more heartless by the day.”

Catherine knew perfectly well that Gavin was putting on a show for Lance’s benefit. Either way, he was making things even more awkward for her.

When the elevator doors closed, Catherine stood in the corner, head down, her eyes fixed on Lance’s perfectly polished shoes.

“Unpack your things, then come to my room. We have work to do,” Lance said, his tone completely flat. He glanced at her, and when he saw she was still looking down, he kept his gaze on her. She might’ve looked obedient, standing there so quietly, but he never missed that hint of resistance underneath it all.

Catherine frowned and checked the time. It was already eleven. Maybe it was the pregnancy, but she’d been feeling more tired than usual lately, always fighting off sleep.

Lance shifted to face her. “What, do you have plans later?”

She looked up, meeting his eyes straight on. She didn’t bother hiding how much she hated this. “No, I’m just tired.”

Lance’s stare was ice cold. He didn’t care if she was tired. If he wanted to work, then she had to be ready, no matter what. That was the deal. She worked for him, she got paid, and she had to deliver, period.

Her room was right next to his. Catherine barely had time to set her suitcase down before she had to go to his suite.

The door was open. Adelina was already there, dressed in a brown leather skirt and a black camisole, sitting right next to Lance and swinging her legs like a little kid.

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