Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 223

Camilla hadn't expected Lambert to show up this early.

The message she sent him had clearly scheduled the fitting for seven o'clock.

Ironically, Susan had just brought Lambert up while they were cooking.

They had been chatting about tableware, and Camilla had mentioned how elegant the plates were.

"Lambert brought them," Susan had smiled.

"Over the years, just like you, Lambert always brings us gifts whenever he visits."

"We basically watched that boy grow up."

"If only you two had met sooner."

Camilla hadn't responded to that.

Sometimes, when people got older, they slipped naturally into matchmaking mode.

Susan was usually discreet, but on this particular topic, she seemed completely unable to hold back.

It was obvious she was actively conspiring to push the two of them together.

"That boy Lambert—putting his wealth aside—what I adore most is his character."

"A true leader never ignores the smallest details. You might think he was just born to do great things, but it's more than that. No matter what he tackles, even the most trivial task, he approaches it with absolute patience and care."

"Of course, nobody's perfect."

"If I had to name his only flaw, it's probably that he's a bit cold and not much of a talker."

"But beneath it all, he's... how do you young people say it? He's a deeply warm person."

Camilla hadn't wanted to hear anything about Lambert.

What did his life have to do with hers?

His future was set—corporate marriages, ruthless business empires, standing high atop a mountain summit entirely out of her reach.

But she couldn't bring herself to bluntly interrupt Susan.

Fortunately, the water in the pot had started boiling, giving her an out. "Susan, what should I do with this?"

Susan's attention successfully diverted, the Lambert conversation was dropped.

But the ripples of anxiety in Camilla's chest took much longer to fade.

Now, pulling the door open and seeing the very man who haunted her thoughts standing right there, she completely froze.

Camilla secretly let out a sigh of relief.

If Lambert had been seated next to her, she would have been suffocated by the tension.

But her relief was short-lived when she realized Lambert's seat placed him directly across from her.

The man's dark, predatory gaze drifted toward her repeatedly, leaving Camilla nowhere to hide.

Visibly tense, Camilla slowed her eating to a crawl, barely reaching for the shared dishes and keeping her eyes firmly locked on her own bowl.

"Eat up, Cammie!"

Susan used the serving forks to pile food onto her plate.

Camilla quickly lifted her bowl to accept it. "Thanks, Susan. I can get it myself, really."

"I cooked all of this. If you don't eat a lot, you'll break my heart."

Susan was joking, but every cook's greatest joy was seeing empty plates.

Not wanting to disappoint her, Camilla kept her head down, chewing quietly and steadfastly refusing to glance across the table.

Seeing her shrink away, Lambert felt a frustrating mix of amusement and helplessness.