The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 85

Adelina’s soft humming drifted out from the bedroom.

“What?” Catherine only caught bits and pieces of his words.

The lamp’s warm glow cast a golden circle over the desk. They sat across from each other. Catherine’s long, dark hair spilled over her white blouse. In the stillness of the night, she looked softer, almost heartbreakingly gentle.

Lance lounged in his chair, legs crossed, the black shirt he wore adding a touch of wildness to his look.

His eyes narrowed, and his voice came out low and textured. “Go make some coffee.”

Lance was picky about his coffee. He’d only drink that imported stuff, freshly ground. Every work trip meant Catherine had to pack the beans and fuss with the whole setup in whatever hotel they landed in.

She busied herself at the kitchen island, moving through the steps until the rich smell of coffee floated into every part of the apartment. Ten minutes later, a steaming cup sat at Lance’s left hand.

He lifted it, took a slow sip, and let the bitter taste linger.

“Sort through this file,” he said, tossing a folder to her.

Catherine glanced over the pages. “Lance, this is from the C Program. It’s already been organized.”

Honestly, calling it organized was generous. This stuff was from a proposal drafted before the data leak. It was outdated and useless.

Lance sipped his coffee, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Really? Must have grabbed the wrong one.” He set the cup down and went back to his work.

Catherine blinked. So… what was she supposed to do now?

“Just reorganize it. Not like you’ve got anything else going on.”

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