"Boss, Catherine, if there's nothing else, I'll be going," Aaron said.
Aaron gathered the documents, nodded, and left the villa.
Back in his car, he sat in silence for a few seconds before mimicking Lance's tone perfectly. "Do you need me to go with you? Ahem. Then you go. Leave Lanny to me."
Aaron shivered. When did the famously tight-lipped boss turn into such a softie!
The next morning at the cafe parking lot.
Catherine didn't expect Lance's version of "Leave Lanny to me" meant he would bring Lanny along and wait in the car.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and glanced back. "It's hot in the car, and we don't have any formula. What if Lanny gets fussy?"
"I'll just go inside and find you," Lance replied without hesitation.
"..." Then why did he insist on tagging along?
Catherine got out of the car, deciding to finish this quickly while Lanny was still asleep.
Lemuel had reserved a spot. As soon as she walked in, a server led her to a private room on the third floor.
Through the half-lowered bamboo blinds of the corner booth, she could see a figure sitting inside.
The server lifted the blinds entirely, and Catherine stepped in.
"Catherine," Lemuel greeted her, standing up.
His tone had a touch of forced casualness, yet carried an underlying steadiness.
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