Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 187

“Ugh…”

Her head bumped against Lambert’s hard chest, and it hurt a little.

She rubbed her head and opened her watery eyes to look up.

She saw an incredibly handsome face.

Camilla blinked and reached out to touch him.

A straight, high-bridged nose, gracefully curved thin lips, and even a sharp, well-defined jawline.

Lambert had been worried she was going to throw up, but now the woman was making a move on him.

Her hand roamed over his face, moved down, and found his Adam’s apple.

Lambert fought for control as his Adam’s apple bobbed sharply.

It moved against Camilla’s fingertips.

She let out a little “ooh,” as if she’d discovered a new toy, and wouldn't let it go.

She was deeply intoxicated, long past her usual alertness and aversion to men.

She was completely unaware that the atmosphere in the room had shifted, that the potent masculine energy radiating from the man was about to fill the entire space.

Lambert could no longer restrain himself. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist.

It was so delicate he could have encircled it with one hand. Her fragile frame ignited a primal urge deep inside him, a desire to possess her completely.

But Camilla was oblivious to the approaching danger. Having had her fun with his Adam’s apple, her hand moved lower.

Lambert’s cashmere cardigan made it easy for her. The zipper slid down smoothly with a gentle pull, exposing his skin.

Her eyes were hazy, and she mumbled a few words from time to time.

Lambert knew that in this state, she was not in her right mind and had no control over her actions.

Logically, he should stop her, restrain her, and make her settle down.

But… this feeling was both shameful and desperately craved.

Sober Camilla kept him at a distance.

Drunk, she was boldly touching him all over.

This was his only chance to be close to her.

He couldn’t bring himself to push her away.

Lambert lowered his head slightly, inhaling the faint, fragrant scent of her hair.

She was drunk. What could he do?

If she wanted to touch, all he could do was let her.

He just didn't understand why she was suddenly acting this way.

Did she always want to touch a man’s abs when she was drunk?

The thought that Camilla might have touched someone else’s abs before made Lambert’s expression darken further.

He grabbed her restless little hand and asked, “Do you know who I am?”

Camilla heard his voice and looked up at him.

She blinked, her fluffy eyelashes fluttering up and down.

“Wh-what?”

Her voice was soft and slurred, sounding almost like she was pouting.

Lambert’s heart melted. He almost lost control and kissed her lips right then and there.

In front of him now, Camilla was no different from a little lamb.