The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 9

Catherine tugged at her puffy jacket, almost without thinking, wanting to hide her flat stomach.

“I did put it on. Maybe I’m just getting old. The cold hits harder this year,” she said, then moved to the table and sat down, hoping to change the subject. “Do you need my laptop? I left it in the car.”

“Use mine,” Lance said, sliding his laptop over to her.

The screen lit up with an old photo, just the backs of a man and a woman. Catherine recognized Lance right away. The woman beside him looked a lot like Adelina.

Trying not to look too closely, Catherine opened the file and started typing up the meeting notes. Work was something she and Lance could always fall back on. They still understood each other perfectly. One glance from him, and she knew which points to highlight for later. A simple gesture, and she would wrap things up with whoever was speaking and move on to the next person. Even after six months apart, their rhythm hadn’t changed.

Lance’s brow, tense from the meeting, slowly began to soften. Without even realizing it, his attention drifted from the agenda to Catherine. Now that she wasn’t dressed in stiff work clothes, her beauty was impossible to ignore. Her face was striking, young and bright, and her fingers moved elegantly over the keys—slender, pale, almost delicate. He remembered how those same hands once clung tightly to a thin blanket...

The room was warm, but Catherine hadn’t taken off her jacket. Sweat started to gather on her smooth forehead, her cheeks flushed. Her long lashes fluttered every time she blinked. She was one of those women who looked gorgeous at first, but the longer you watched, the more stunning she became.

Lance found himself staring, lost for a moment. The person on the other end of the call finished talking, but he didn’t react. Catherine’s typing slowed. She shot him a quick look and caught his gaze. Her heart skipped, and she quickly looked away, focusing on the last few words before straightening her clothes again.

“If you’re hot, just take it off. The meeting isn’t ending anytime soon,” Lance said, noticing her fidgeting, then turned back to the discussion.

Catherine felt a wave of nerves and shook her head. “No, I’m fine. Not hot.”

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