The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 197

Lance lay close beside her, his shirt wide open to show off a strong, sculpted chest. His tanned skin practically radiated confidence and masculinity.

For a few seconds, Catherine hesitated, then quickly pulled her hand away. Right then, Lance’s eyes fluttered open. He looked at her, sleepy and relaxed.

Catherine sat up in a rush. She grabbed for the thin blanket, ready to cover herself, but realized she was still fully dressed. Lance, too, was decent, just his shirt undone.

Sunlight poured in through the half-closed curtains. Faint footsteps and bits of conversation drifted in from outside the office.

Trying to keep her cool, Catherine reached for her phone that was lying next to her pillow. It was already nine thirty.

“Lance, I’m heading out to work,” she said.

She tossed the blanket aside, got out of bed, and quickly straightened her clothes. Lance lifted his arm to rest his head on it, watching her smooth out the wrinkles in her skirt. He wondered if it was just that he hadn’t held her in so long. When he carried her to bed last night, her waist had felt a little softer. There was something different, a gentle roundness. Maybe Catherine had put on a little weight.

His gaze made Catherine’s skin prickle. She knew it must have been Lance who brought her here. She hadn’t gained much since before the pregnancy, but her belly was definitely starting to show now. Every time Lance looked at her, it felt like he could see everything she was trying to hide.

Thankfully, the secretarial office was still quiet, so no one saw Catherine slip out of Lance’s office.

“Morning, Catherine.” Michelle stepped out of the elevator and walked right over, setting a pale blue thermos on Catherine’s desk. “Lewis made some soup. He asked me to bring you some.”

Catherine froze for a second, then quickly picked up the thermos to hand it back. “It’s fine, I already had breakfast.”

Michelle smiled, pushing the thermos back toward her. “I know. This is for your lunch. Don’t be shy, just have it. He’s actually a pretty good cook.”

With that, Michelle hurried back to her office. Catherine thought about running after her but it was already too late.

She noticed a sticky note on the thermos, written in Lewis’s handwriting.

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