Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 203

He had pinned the book down. Even though he wasn't applying much force, Camilla didn't dare yank it away.

How was she supposed to explain this?

Her mind was a chaotic mess.

The person on the page was Lambert.

She was a naturally gifted artist, and having been professionally trained, her talent in fine arts far outshone her clothing designs.

Whether it was charcoal sketching, oil painting, or abstract work, her professors always praised her brilliance.

When conceptualizing designs or just casually doodling, she usually relied on charcoal sketches.

Just like now. The notebook was filled almost entirely with portrait sketches.

And the one currently pinned beneath Lambert's finger was displayed prominently on the desk.

That was exactly why he had seen it.

The main issue was that Camilla had completely forgotten about it. She never expected Lambert to actually come up to her dorm.

She had drawn him, and now she had been caught red-handed by the muse himself.

*Think of an excuse, you idiot! Think!*

When she remained silent, her flushed face provided all the answers he needed.

The oppressive coldness that had surrounded Lambert earlier vanished instantly.

He asked, "If I'm not mistaken, is this me?"

Unless someone was completely blind, anyone could tell the drawing was Lambert.

It wasn't just a resemblance; it was a flawless replica.

In that moment, Camilla bitterly resented her own artistic talent.

*Why did I have to draw him so accurately!*

She couldn't exactly lie to his face and claim black was white.

Lambert wasn't an idiot.

Closing her eyes, Camilla accepted her fate.

"Yes."

"Why draw me?" Lambert picked up the sketchbook, admiring it closely. "It's so detailed."

From the arch of his brow to the bridge of his nose, from his deep eyes to his lips, his striking features were captured beautifully and flawlessly on the paper.

Camilla was utterly mortified.

This was somehow more humiliating than all the things that had happened between them before.

Lambert didn't move. He asked, "What else did you draw? Can I see?"

"No!"

The word burst out of her.

The page he had open showed him in a sharp suit.

But the page before it... was him shirtless, his abs on full display.

He absolutely could not see that!

She reached further, her hand hovering just inches from the book. "It's personal. Please give it back."

Lambert kept it out of reach, asking, "Personal? What if the previous page is also me?"

"It's not," she lied, dropping her gaze to the floor. "Mr. White, please don't push it."

Under normal circumstances, Lambert would never force her into a corner.

But seeing how beautifully she had drawn him sparked a rush of joy he couldn't suppress.

He couldn't resist the urge to tease her.

"I'm not trying to force you," Lambert reasoned. "But if the previous drawing is also me, never mind portrait rights, shouldn't I at least get to take a look?"