The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 459

“Harrell, if it’s too much trouble to keep me posted, just forget it. Lance is a grown man. Whatever happens to him, it’s got nothing to do with Letty.”

Catherine had lost count of how many times Harrell had tried to feel her out like this.

She ended the call and put her phone down.

Harrell stood there for a second, staring at his screen, his expression frozen. Suddenly, a can came flying at him out of nowhere, smacking him right on the head. The last bit of beer inside splattered onto his shirt.

He glared at Lance, annoyed.

“Why do you talk so much?” Lance’s voice was flat and cold, his mood obvious. “Text her. Tell her I’m fine.”

Was he really fine though? The guy had called Harrell out in the middle of the night, just to sit by the bridge and drink, letting the sea breeze hit him. That didn’t exactly scream ‘fine.’

Harrell saw right through him but didn’t bother to say it out loud. He walked over and sat beside him.

“Your wedding with Adelina is just a month away,” he said.

Lance’s brows drew together. “I don’t need your reminders.”

Harrell popped open another beer and tapped it against Lance’s can. “No need to thank me.”

Lance didn’t answer. He just tipped his head back and took a long drink. A clear drop of beer slid down from the corner of his mouth, tracing his jawline and making him look even more attractive, if that was possible.

“So, why’d you suddenly let Catherine leave for another job?” Harrell asked, genuinely curious.

“She wanted to go. What was I supposed to do, tie her down?” Lance’s words sounded light, almost mocking, but the way he sat there said something else.

Harrell didn’t bother to call him out. “Wouldn’t have been able to keep her anyway.”

“Leave the beer and go.” Lance made it clear he wanted to be alone.

Harrell just stretched his legs out, bracing them against the rocks. “This isn’t your place. I’ll sit here as long as I want.”

He straightened his shirt, which the wind had whipped around, and glanced at Lance’s collar, nearly pulled open by the breeze.

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