The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 599

Lance said nothing, whether because he hadn’t decided what to say or simply didn’t care to acknowledge Harrell.

Harrell drove them back to One Riverside, arriving just as the clock struck nine.

Alexa already had Lanny tucked in for the night.

As soon as Susan saw them pull up, she hurried out to meet them.

Harrell opened the car door, and Lance stepped out, carrying Catherine in his arms. One glance at Catherine was all Susan needed to grasp what had happened. “Lance, I’ll run a bath!”

“My room,” Lance replied curtly.

His job done, Harrell left without so much as earning a look in goodbye—just a silent nod to the night.

Up on the third floor, Susan prepared the bath and quietly exited, leaving the door ajar.

Lance undressed, then carried Catherine into the tub, gently washing her clean. The heat of the water gradually loosened the exhaustion from her limbs. She let out a soft, involuntary moan—just that one sound was almost enough to make Lance lose control again. He swallowed hard, fighting off the desire flaring inside him, managing to focus only on caring for her: washing her, drying her, and finally tucking her into bed.

The large bed was soft, the pajamas comfortable; sleep swept Catherine away almost instantly, her weariness overwhelming. But Lance lay beside her, wide awake and restless the entire night.

Morning came. At eight o’clock, Catherine awoke slowly, every muscle aching as if she’d been run over by a truck.

Images from last night’s madness crashed back into her mind in a wild, tangled rush.

Under the silk duvet, her bare skin was proof enough of what had happened. The familiar cologne—warm, smoky sandalwood—told her she was in Lance’s room.

She was back.

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