Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 226

To make matters worse, her fingertips occasionally, accidentally grazed his body.

It was like a feather lightly and unpredictably teasing his racing heart.

The unbearable, itchy tension building inside him was absolute agony.

Taking the tape and wrapping it around himself moments ago had been an act of pure self-preservation.

If he had let Camilla physically lean in and encircle him, Lambert honestly didn't know if he could have kept his composure.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of her.

But plunging himself into darkness only dialed his remaining senses up to a dangerous level.

The whisper of her breath against the air. The fleeting brush of her fingers across the hard planes of his chest.

And that intoxicating, maddeningly sweet fragrance drifting up from her skin.

It was enough to shatter his sanity.

His fiercely guarded, legendary self-control was crumbling into dust.

Upper chest, lower chest, inhale, exhale...

With every second that ticked by, the physical ache in Lambert's body grew more severe.

Meanwhile, Camilla had finally slipped into a professional rhythm, her focus entirely on her craft.

She always knew Lambert was well-built, but without raw numbers, she had never grasped the full extent of his physique.

She used to assume his expensive tailoring was just hiding average proportions.

But as she read off the string of measurements, Camilla was genuinely awestruck.

How could anyone possess such flawless proportions?

His numbers were even more incredible than the anatomical sculpture back in her old art school classroom.

Beauty was subjective, and everyone had their preferences.

But to Camilla, every single millimeter of Lambert's physique seemed genetically engineered to perfectly match her exact aesthetic desires.

Every artist seemed to have their own personal muse.

In this suspended moment, despite her fierce reluctance to admit it, the sheer physical perfection of Lambert's body was completely overwhelming her senses.

She forgot her anxiety. She forgot to be afraid.

All that remained was an artist's pure appreciation for a masterpiece.

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