The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 42

Letty stormed back to the secretarial office, still simmering with frustration.

Rumors about Lance and Adelina’s engagement were everywhere, but no one had announced a real wedding date. Judging from how happy Adelina looked earlier, though, it was probably happening soon.

Adelina might have said she didn’t care about Catherine sticking around, but Catherine knew she’d never actually accept her presence for long.

Catherine glanced at the closed office door. Someone else was clearly more anxious than she was. Maybe that meant she could afford to take her time, too.

With that thought in mind, she turned her attention back to work.

There was an executive meeting scheduled in half an hour.

Lance stepped out of his office and headed toward the conference room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Catherine grab her notebook and fall into step behind him. For the first time in a while, the tension in his expression seemed to ease.

As long as she still held this position, Catherine took her job seriously.

Over the next few days, she didn’t slack off even once, not even after her failed resignation attempt. She kept things professional and focused. Lance didn’t mention her resignation again either. Aside from normal work conversations, nothing between them seemed out of the ordinary.

What did catch Catherine by surprise was how much of Aaron’s work Lance started handing off to her. Aaron’s focus was shifting, more about coordinating between departments now, while Catherine was handling most of Lance’s direct projects.

For two nights in a row, she accompanied Lance to business dinners. With Aaron gone, there was no one to step in and cover for her. Catherine had to drive, so she couldn’t drink. That left Lance to handle all the toasts and rounds himself, and he ended up drinking more than usual.

No matter how much he drank, though, he never lost control again, not like that night before New Year’s when he’d kissed her out of nowhere.

At eleven that night, the Maybach rolled to a stop outside Elysian Fields.

As soon as the car stopped, the villa’s front door flew open and someone darted out.

Catherine was just about to get out when Adelina beat her to it, opening the rear door first.

“Lance, why are you home so late?”

Adelina slipped her arm through Lance’s, shooting Catherine a sharp, suspicious look.

Lance swallowed, his voice rough. “Had a dinner meeting. I told you to go to bed. You didn’t have to wait up.”

“I couldn’t help it.” Adelina helped him out of the car, then let go. “I made some soup for you. Go inside and have it while it’s still hot.”

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