Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 194

Camilla was still standing far away.

She was taking deep breaths.

Seeing Lambert so unexpectedly had thrown her.

Seeing his handsome face, his broad shoulders, his tall and elegant figure, her gaze instinctively drifted downwards.

She thought of his abs, his…

Despite the biting winter wind, a layer of sweat broke out on Camilla's back.

Her cheeks were burning.

Her heart was pounding so erratically that she didn't dare look up at him again, let alone walk over and face him.

Seeing Camilla frozen in place, Catheleen had to go over to her. "Cammie, what's wrong?"

With her back to Lambert, Camilla finally spoke. "Catheleen, you and the others go in. I'll wait out here."

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling sick?" Catheleen touched her forehead. "Why are you sweating?"

She looked over Camilla's shoulder and saw Lambert walking toward them.

She raised a hand and waved. "Lambert! Cammie's not feeling well. She's sweating in this cold weather! I'll go inside with Faust. Can you take Cammie to see Galen?"

Camilla was so flustered she wanted to clap a hand over Catheleen's mouth.

"What's wrong?"

The man's deep, sexy voice was right behind her.

Camilla whipped around to find that Lambert had somehow appeared behind her, standing very close.

She hastily took a large step back.

Catheleen was anxious, worried about both Paulina and Camilla.

She said, "Lambert, you take Cammie to the doctor. I'm going to find Paulina."

Without giving Camilla a chance to react, she took off toward Faust.

Camilla wanted to stomp her foot in frustration.

Her worst fear was coming true.

She didn't want to face Lambert, yet Catheleen had insisted on leaving her with him.

She quickly explained, "What could I have done to feel guilty about? It's just… I drank yesterday, and I really do feel a bit off today."

"Get in the car," Lambert said. "I'll take you to Galen's."

"No, no!" Camilla waved her hands frantically. "I'll be fine after I get some rest."

"You're sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure!"

"Then why are you avoiding me?" Lambert asked. "You really don't remember anything from last night?"

"I don't!" Camilla denied immediately. "When I'm drunk, I don't know anything. I really don't remember a thing! If… if I caused you any trouble, I'm truly sorry."

"You did cause me a lot of trouble," Lambert said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And just an 'I'm sorry' is enough?"

Camilla, terrified he would bring up what happened last night, rushed to say, "I was drunk. Whatever I did wasn't under my conscious control. It's like dreaming—I can't predict what kind of dream I'll have."

Lambert looked at her. "But, there's a saying: 'What you think about by day, you dream of by night.'"

Camilla's face instantly turned crimson.