The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 187

Catherine’s eyes fluttered, the last bit of color fading from her porcelain cheeks. She looked pale, but inside, she felt lighter than she had in ages.

“When’s the wedding?” she asked.

“In four months, probably August or September,” came the answer.

Sophia had only heard Belinda mention it in passing. She hadn’t bothered to remember the exact date. Late August or early September was right around Catherine’s due date.

A gentle smile lingered on Catherine’s lips as she chatted with Ableson and Fiona, nodding along to their conversation. Soon, someone else came over to make small talk with Ableson. Catherine took the chance to slip out of the lounge, hoping she could leave without anyone noticing.

She had barely made it downstairs when she nearly collided with Lance as he stepped out of the elevator.

He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that showed off his tall, athletic build. In his hand was a small pink purse, probably Adelina’s. But Adelina was nowhere to be seen.

“Lance.” Catherine gave a polite nod.

Her sudden appearance seemed to catch him off guard. For a moment, he just stared. The deep burgundy of her dress made her fair skin look even more delicate. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, but her features were striking. Her eyes had that mix of mischief and innocence, an odd combination that somehow looked just right on her.

Lance’s gaze grew intense.

Catherine assumed he was annoyed she was there. She cleared her throat. “I just came to drop off a gift. I’m on my way out.”

“Since you’re here, why not stay and have dinner with Grandpa?” His voice was low, almost hypnotic. “Everyone likes you. Don’t ruin the mood.”

Catherine hesitated for a few seconds, then shook her head. “I can’t, I’ve got something else I need to do.” She turned to leave.

As she walked past him, she suddenly felt his hand wrap around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

They were standing so close now. She glanced at him, her dark eyes meeting his. His sharply defined face was reflected in her gaze. The faint scent she wore drifted between them, a fragrance he remembered all too well from nights when he couldn’t get her out of his head.

Lance’s brow furrowed for a moment. He swallowed hard.

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