“Why didn't she ask me to go shopping? Cabinda is full of socialites, but she only invited you.”
“Exactly. It just goes to show how much pull Jeanette has. But it also means the Whites are very pleased with you.”
The group of girls walked away as they talked.
Camilla pulled a tissue from her purse and dabbed at the water on her hands.
By the time she returned to the private room, Lambert was no longer in his original seat.
He had moved to the sofa area, with Jeanette sitting right beside him. They were talking.
Camilla couldn't hear what Lambert said, but a sweet smile bloomed on Jeanette's lips.
Camilla sat back down in her own seat, picked up her wine glass, and drained it in one go.
Catheleen tried to stop her but was too late. “Cammie, what are you doing drinking so fast?”
Camilla forced a smile. “Didn't we say we wouldn't go home until we were drunk?”
“You can still take your time. This wine has a strong kick,” Catheleen said. “I’m worried you’ll feel sick if you drink too much.”
“I won’t.”
Her heart already ached. What did a little physical discomfort matter?
The three of them chatted and drank, finishing a second bottle before they even realized it.
Catheleen was starting to get drunk. She leaned on the table and asked, “Paulina, since you wear women’s clothes, does that mean you like men?”
Paulina was clearly a good drinker, her expression unchanged despite how much she’d had. “Yes, I like men.”
Catheleen threw an arm around his shoulders. “Then we’re besties from now on! Best friends for life!”
Paulina subtly created some distance between them, smiling back. “Okay, for life.”
Camilla sat beside them without a word, her gaze already starting to lose focus.
When she saw the two of them laughing, she giggled foolishly along with them.
It was obvious that of the three, she had the lowest tolerance for alcohol.
Her porcelain-white skin was flushed a delicate cherry blossom pink.
Paulina propped her chin on her hand and said, “If I were a man, I’d be completely captivated by Cammie. Cammie, how are you so beautiful?”
Catheleen swelled with pride at the compliment. “Of course! My Cammie is the most beautiful! If I were a man, I’d marry Cammie and hold her and kiss her all day… You have no idea how good it feels to hug Cammie. Her chest is so soft… Hehe…”
Lambert happened to walk over just in time to hear that last part, and his expression darkened.
That Catheleen, she never learned!
He’d warned her so many times, but she never listened.
Looks like her bonus payments were coming to an end.
Catheleen had no idea that her two sentences had just cost her a significant source of income.
She was pretty drunk herself, sprawled on the table and trading compliments with Paulina like they were old pals.
Lambert had Faust arrange for Catheleen to be taken care of, then he went to check on Camilla.
“Look at how gracefully Jeanette handles it. That’s the kind of woman who deserves to be the lady of the White family.”
Lambert, of course, heard none of this gossip.
He carried Camilla back to his suite and laid her down on the bed in the master bedroom.
He’d never rested here before, only stopping by a couple of times without ever using the bed.
She had been quiet the entire way.
Lambert also restrained himself, trying not to imagine anything that would make his heart race and his face flush.
But as he laid her down, before he could even straighten up, his gaze fell on Camilla’s face and refused to leave.
Her cheeks were a tender pink, like peach blossoms, with a hint of cherry red that made her look both playful and adorable.
Her eyelashes trembled like a butterfly’s wings, stirring his heart.
He had never loved Camilla for her face.
It was because she was Camilla that he found every part of her so beautiful.
Feeling his heart accelerate, Lambert tore his gaze away. Just as he was about to stand up, Camilla suddenly moved.
She shot up, clamping a hand over her mouth.
Was she going to be sick?
Lambert quickly steadied her. She stumbled out of bed but didn't know where to go, collapsing right into his arms.

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