Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 154

Lambert was never the kind of guy who acted on impulse—except when it came to Camilla. Somehow, he lost all control around her.

The car felt even smaller with just the two of them inside. Camilla’s big, damp eyes, that soft trace of her scent, it all got to him in ways he didn’t want to admit. Lambert felt completely helpless. She barely did anything, yet he was already ready to give up, surrender, drop his guard without a fight.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he said, his voice deep and a little rough, like he was struggling to hold himself together.

Camilla tilted her head, looking at him, curiosity shining in her gaze.

Right then, Lambert looked back at her. Their eyes met, separated by the gap between the front and back seats. Even with that space, Camilla felt a sudden jolt, like the touch of something scorching hot. Lambert’s eyes were intense, burning with a heat she couldn’t even describe.

She didn’t understand what that look meant yet. One day, when she and Lambert were together, she’d finally get it. But right now, all she felt was a bit of unease, like when a small animal senses something dangerous close by. Still, Lambert’s gentle words brought her a strange comfort.

“Thank you,” she blurted. Then she stopped, realized how formal it sounded, and tried again. “Thanks.”

Lambert gripped the steering wheel, the veins on his hand standing out, tension running through him that he tried not to show.

“Go on,” he said. “Get some rest tonight.”

Camilla hurried to open the door. She didn’t know why, but the air in the car felt charged, almost overwhelming, making her cheeks burn and her heart race.

She paused when she caught sight of the handkerchief in her palm.

She started, “About this handkerchief…”

She’d meant to say she’d wash it and give it back, but she wasn’t sure if he’d mind her using it.

Lambert answered before she could finish. “Keep it.”

She thanked him again, then climbed out of the car.

“How could he?”

“Okay, good.” Catheleen looped her arm through Camilla’s and steered her toward the elevators. “Go take a shower, relax, have a good sleep. You’ll feel a lot better in the morning.”

“Thanks,” Camilla murmured, leaning on her friend’s shoulder. “Really, Catheleen, thank you.”

Catheleen rolled her eyes. “Seriously, don’t thank me. We’re stuck with each other forever, remember? There’s no need for all this formal gratitude.”

Camilla smiled softly.

Her phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen. “It’s Latonia.”

As the elevator arrived and the doors slid open, Camilla quickly answered. “Latonia, I’m getting in the elevator, so the signal might get spotty…”