The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 554

As Catherine reached the window, she caught a glimpse of the car just as it turned the corner at the end of the street.

She headed downstairs and ran right into Lance at the front door.

“Did you send this dress?” she asked, holding up a champagne-colored, high-necked dress. It suited her perfectly—both in style and fit.

“Since you’re attending the banquet for me, I figured I should handle everything,” Lance replied, swapping out his shoes as he walked toward her. “Did you try it on?”

Catherine nodded. “Fits like a glove.”

“Great.” Lance brushed past her and made his way into the living room.

He lifted Lanny out of the crib, settled onto the couch with the baby nestled beside him, and turned his attention to his laptop. The little one was peaceful—if he was tired, he’d close his eyes and doze, but wide-eyed when awake, quietly taking in every movement around him.

Unless he was hungry or needed a diaper change, he hardly made a peep, perfectly content just being near Lance.

It was a stark contrast to when he was with Catherine. Alone with her, Lanny became a handful—fussing and whining, refusing to be put down, insisting on being carried from room to room no matter how well-fed or comfortable he was.

“Was that someone from the office who stopped by earlier?” Catherine asked, thinking of the business car she’d seen.

Lance didn’t look up from his screen. “No.”

“Belinda, then?” she guessed.

“Yeah,” he grunted.

Catherine sat down beside them. “Why didn’t she come in?”

Still toying gently with Lanny’s tiny foot, Lance finally glanced at her. “Why, did you want a round with her?”

“Please.” Catherine rolled her eyes. She was more curious about what Lance had actually told Belinda. Did the James family know about this sudden remarriage?

Halfway there, he threw her a tentative glance in the rearview mirror. “Catherine… how are things between you and Lance, honestly?”

“What do you mean, ‘how are things’?” she replied dryly. “You’re the one who printed the remarriage contract. It’s for a year—strictly business. There’s nothing more to it.”

Aaron gaped at her. He couldn’t believe Lance hadn’t brought up the whole situation with the baby.

“So… you’re not planning to tell Lance the truth? About the baby?”

Catherine shook her head. “Everyone thinks the baby’s Gavin’s, including Lance. What’s there to confess?”

“Catherine, I wish you luck,” he managed, giving her a polite, squinting smile that was surprisingly sincere.

Suddenly suspicious, Catherine narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you keeping something from me? Did you sell me out?”