Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 177

His first reaction was that Lambert, with his lack of romantic experience, didn't understand the female heart and must have misinterpreted something.

He continued, “You probably don’t understand women. They’re fascinating creatures. Sometimes when they say no, they really mean yes. When they say they don’t like you, it actually means they do.”

This was genuinely the first time Lambert had heard such a thing. “It can be like that?”

“See, you don’t get it.” Faust was a wealth of experience. “Let me tell you, when it comes to the study of women, I’m practically a master.”

Lambert shook his head. “But she’s different.”

“How is she any different?” Faust urged him. “Tell me, and I’ll analyze it for you.”

“She doesn’t want to see me again,” Lambert said. “That’s why she moved out of Catheleen’s place.”

“Holy shit!”

Faust cursed.

Lambert looked at him. “So, what’s your analysis?”

Faust clinked his glass against his. “My condolences, man. Better luck next time.”

Lambert frowned at him.

He said, “I thought maybe she was just giving you a hard time, wanting you to coax her, or maybe playing hard to get. But your girl? She just up and left. What do you call that? It’s like pulling the rug out from under you, burning the ships… She’s not leaving you any opening at all.”

Lambert felt that Faust’s dramatic phrases might not be entirely accurate.

But it was true that Camilla didn't want to leave him any way forward.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have distanced herself even from Catheleen.

Playing hard to get? Lambert wished she had that kind of scheme in mind.

But she didn’t.

“Still,” Faust leaned in, “is there really a woman in this world who would reject you?”

Lambert took another drink. “She’s different.”

“Right, right, she’s different,” Faust tsked. “You’ve really fallen hard.”

Lambert didn’t say anything.

But Lambert’s aura was too powerful. Just sitting there, he radiated an unapproachable vibe.

On top of that, every man in the room looked up to the powerful, and who didn’t see Lambert as a role model? They respected and feared him in equal measure.

That made the girls even more hesitant.

In comparison, Faust was far more approachable.

He was always pleasant and friendly with women.

Another girl, unafraid of him, said, “Look at him sitting there all by himself. He looks so lonely. Can’t we go over and keep him company?”

Faust lifted his gaze.

Lambert sat alone in the corner, the surrounding noise and excitement seemingly in another world.

Though in the same room, it was as if he had entered another dimension.

A tall, handsome man of extraordinary bearing, drinking alone in a corner, looking forlorn and gloomy.

Any woman who saw that would feel an irresistible urge to approach him, to smooth the worry from his brow, pull him into an embrace, and comfort him.