Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 227

Lambert simply couldn't hold out another second.

He never anticipated his self-control would fail so spectacularly.

They were right here in Susan's atelier, and he had actually...

Camilla hadn't even done anything remotely provocative.

Yet Lambert was completely powerless to stop his reaction.

If he didn't leave right this second, there would be absolutely no way to explain... why he was suddenly visibly aroused.

"I apologize," he repeated, his voice dangerously tight. "This meeting is critical."

"But..."

Camilla thought she only needed a few more minutes.

Just then, Susan emerged from the back room. Seeing Lambert already bundled in his overcoat, she asked in surprise, "Finished already?"

"No," Lambert said sharply. "Something urgent came up and I have to leave. Just... give her the old measurements you have on file. We don't need to finish measuring."

Without waiting for a response, Lambert practically bolted for the door.

Watching him go, Susan couldn't fathom the real reason for his panic, assuming a genuine corporate crisis had just erupted.

Susan turned to Camilla with a smile. "Well, since he agreed to the old numbers, that makes things easy. I have his file right here, let me grab it for you."

Camilla finally let out a massive breath of relief.

If Lambert was fine using his old measurements, why hadn't he just offered them in the first place?

It would have saved her so much mental agony.

Still, she felt strangely proud of herself for pushing past her emotional blockade.

The initial contact had been terrifying, but once she immersed herself in the work, she completely detached from the intimacy of it.

If Lambert hadn't abruptly fled, she would have seamlessly finished the entire fitting.

Not just anyone had the clearance to tailor for Lambert White.

He only occasionally dropped by Susan's; the suits he actually wore were commissioned from master tailors with century-old legacies.

Those elite artisans exclusively serviced ultra-high-net-worth clients, even dressing foreign dignitaries and state leaders.

She was nowhere near their league.

"I'll sketch out a design first," Camilla decided. "I'll show it to him, and if he approves, I'll start cutting."

She reached into her bag. "Actually, I have a few concepts sketched out already. Susan, could you take a look..."

Mid-sentence, her hand froze.

Ever since Lambert had caught a glimpse of her sketchbook, she had felt so paranoid that she started carrying it everywhere.

But she definitely couldn't show it to Susan—not when it was filled with detailed portraits of Lambert. If Susan flipped to those pages, she'd have no way to explain herself.