The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 380

Catherine paused, her hand still halfway to her things. With nothing else to do, she sat back down and started eating.

The room was so quiet you could hear every gentle clink of the dishes. For half an hour, neither of them said a word. When they finally finished, they stood up at the same time, almost like they’d planned it.

They were already out the door before Catherine realized Adela had paid for their meal.

“Remember to take Adela out for dinner sometime. You owe her one now,” Lance said.

Catherine followed a step behind him, keeping to his right. As they turned the corner, she nodded. “Got it, Lance.”

But before she could even finish the sentence, she felt his arm wrap tight around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

There was a private dining room just around the bend, and a server carrying a heavy tray was hurrying by. Worried she might get hit, Lance had instinctively pulled her close.

Except the server just slipped into a side room, never coming their way at all.

The sudden movement startled Catherine. She automatically protected her stomach, her cheek pressed against Lance’s chest.

They stood there in awkward silence for a few seconds before Catherine gently pushed him away and straightened up, her eyes wide. “Was someone coming?”

Lance’s voice was calm and even. “Yeah. Someone was.”

Catherine glanced over her shoulder. The corridor was completely empty.

She frowned, about to say something, when she caught a glimpse of someone slipping away at the end of the hall. It was Sally, her baby bump impossible to miss. The flash from her phone camera was so bright it made Catherine’s eyes water.

“Let’s go,” Lance said, already turning away, leaving her with nothing but the sight of his broad shoulders and trim waist as he walked off.

Tool. The word echoed in Catherine’s mind. That’s what she was to him. Not even a partner in some show, just someone to be used and kept out of the loop.

She drifted after him through the dimly lit hallway, watching his tall silhouette ahead. The night breeze from the windows made her chest ache, and a wave of irritation and sadness washed over her.

At the restaurant entrance, Lance was already waiting by the car.

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