Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 232

Camilla instantly replied, "That might not be very convenient. I prefer working alone in my own space."

Lambert felt a wave of disappointment.

If she came to his office, he would be able to see her constantly.

But this was fine too. At least they had an open line of communication revolving around the suit design.

It was a good start.

He was confident that things would only get better from here.

As for her claim that she hated him...

He would just have to work harder to show her his best qualities.

Her current dislike didn't dictate their future.

Some people said that the moment they saw the person they liked, they even had their future children's names picked out.

Lambert was thinking about a lifetime.

Supporting each other through thick and thin, from their youth all the way to their gray years.

She was the only one he wanted.

Perhaps she only said she hated him because they had spent so little time getting to know each other.

Now, Camilla had outright rejected his proposal again.

He replied, "Then I'll wait until your designs are ready, and we can meet to discuss them."

When Camilla received the text, she was utterly baffled.

She had been slow to reply earlier because she had wanted to refuse but didn't know how to phrase it.

What exactly was Lambert playing at?

She had told him to his face that she hated him—such a harsh, severe word—and he didn't have any reaction to it at all?

Then, it finally dawned on her.

Perhaps men, especially in certain regards, were just shamelessly persistent.

Even a man of Lambert's caliber was no exception.

In fact, the more privileged a man was, the stronger his desire to conquer.

He had probably never met a woman who dared to say no to him.

Let alone tell him she hated him.

These suspicions only cemented Camilla's resolve to finish the suit as quickly as possible.

She put her phone away, pulled out her drafting paper, leaned over her desk, and threw herself into her work, following the inspiration she had already gathered.

Even though Lambert's presence unsettled her, the moment she entered her work mode, her intense professionalism took over.

By the time she finally finalized the design drafts, it was incredibly late.

Rubbing her tired eyes, she reached for her silenced phone and saw that Lambert had sent her a few more messages.

A lot of time had passed. She hadn't replied, and he hadn't double-texted since.

Camilla organized her sketches, snapped a few photos, and sent them to him.

In her mind, a man like Lambert might not be managing a thousand things a day, but he was undoubtedly extremely busy.

Yet every time she messaged him, he replied almost instantly.

It was as if he was holding his phone, just waiting for her to reach out.

This time was no different. The second the photos went through, Lambert replied, "Meet up to discuss?"

Camilla knew that if this matter wasn't settled properly, he would never let it go.

She typed back, "Fine. I'll pick the time and place."