Having learned her lesson, Camilla made sure not to pick a location that could spark any misunderstandings.
Furthermore, she planned to bring Catheleen along.
With a third person present, nothing could possibly go wrong.
It would also make her interactions with Lambert feel a bit more natural.
Lambert naturally had no objections to her choosing the time and place.
However, he hadn't anticipated that Camilla wouldn't come alone.
In truth, convincing Catheleen to tag along had taken quite a bit of persuasion on Camilla's part.
Catheleen had absolutely no desire to go.
Even though Lambert treated her well, when he was strict, he was terrifyingly strict.
"I always have to walk on eggshells around him, otherwise he lectures me over every tiny mistake," Catheleen had complained. "The last time I gave you a quick kiss, he scolded me for ages."
Catheleen had no idea that Lambert wasn't trying to police her behavior at all.
He simply didn't want her being that physically affectionate with Camilla.
He hadn't even gotten to kiss her properly himself yet.
Catheleen genuinely believed her cousin was just correcting her improper manners.
In reality, Lambert was entirely driven by selfish motives.
Because of this, Catheleen wanted nothing to do with him.
But since Camilla had asked, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and tag along.
When they arrived at the agreed-upon café, both women spotted Lambert immediately.
It was impossible not to. No matter the time or place, the man was an undeniable standout.
The indoor heating was quite warm, so he was only wearing a dress shirt and a tailored vest. It was an outfit similar to what the waiters at high-end restaurants wore.
But whether it was the style, the fabric, or the immaculate tailoring, Lambert's attire was undeniably a masterclass in luxury.
More importantly, the most captivating thing about him was his innate, aristocratic aura.
Even dressed down, he radiated an overpowering sense of nobility.
"I have to admit, even though he's strict and terrifies me," Catheleen whispered in Camilla's ear, "he is insanely gorgeous. Like, strikingly handsome from absolutely every angle! If he were just a little bit gentler, he'd be the perfect man!"
She had been bold enough to curse him out when she was drunk.
And that day when she was wrestling the sketchbook out of his arms, she had shouted his first name without hesitation.
Now she was playing by the rules.
Lambert kept his expression perfectly neutral. "Have a seat."
Since they were already here, he couldn't exactly chase her friend away.
He had purposely sent Catheleen away the last few times to create some alone time.
If he found another excuse to make her leave now, Camilla would likely be disgusted.
Anyway, Lambert hadn't expected to do anything profound today; he just wanted to see her and hear her voice.
Whether Catheleen was there or not didn't matter much.
The moment Camilla sat down, she pulled out her materials and slipped straight into work mode.
Lambert didn't brush her off either. He reviewed the designs carefully and provided constructive feedback.
Even though Catheleen majored in the same field as Camilla, she had zero intention of ever working in the industry.

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