The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 205

“It’s still working hours, you know.”

Lance’s eyes, usually so sharp and distant, were hazy with the remnants of alcohol.

Catherine kept her voice steady. “Adelina told me to give her some space. Besides, I’ll be the one driving you and Adelina home later.”

Lewis hadn’t really spent much time with Lance before. In the past, Lance never seemed as unapproachable as everyone said. But today, he felt different—colder, more distant. Lewis wanted to say hi but the words just wouldn’t come out.

“So that’s how it is.” Lance’s response was short. He walked over and sat down in the wicker chair beside Catherine, pressing his fingers to his forehead like he wasn’t feeling well.

“I’ll go get you some warm water,” Catherine offered. She nodded and slipped back inside.

“Lance,” Lewis tried again, hoping to break the ice.

Lance didn’t react. He just kept pressing at his brow, leaving a faint red mark on his skin.

Lewis gave up and wandered off the terrace. Catherine wasn’t around anymore, so he headed back to join Adolf.

A few minutes later, Catherine returned with a glass of warm water. Lance was sprawled in the wicker chair, his hands resting on his stomach, fingers laced together. His eyes were closed, and even in sleep, he looked both powerful and completely worn out.

Catherine set the water quietly on the small table, then went to ask a server for a thin blanket. She draped it gently over Lance’s shoulders. After that, she stepped back inside and hovered by the terrace door, keeping an eye out.

Every now and then, someone tried to come over and congratulate Lance, but Catherine politely turned them away.

As the party went on, Lance only stayed so the Green family could mingle with the business heavyweights a little longer.

Meanwhile, Adelina was making the rounds with Daniel. She’d been smiling so long her cheeks were sore. She searched the whole place for Lance and finally spotted Catherine standing at the terrace door.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

Catherine’s lips barely moved. “Lance is resting.”

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