Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 240

At the very least, he had maintained that final boundary.

"Men only want what they can't have," Camilla forced out. "What kind of accomplishment is there in claiming easy prey?"

"So, for all these days, you honestly believed I just viewed you as prey?"

"Isn't that the case?" Camilla bravely met his gaze. "If not, then give me a reasonable explanation. The constant interactions, the coincidental run-ins, sending Catheleen away... You can't just explain it all away by saying you pay extra attention to me because I'm Catheleen's friend, can you?"

Lambert let out a dark, exasperated laugh.

His jaw clenched so tight it ached.

No wonder she said she hated him.

If she truly believed he was just some predator lusting after her body, treating her like a conquest in some twisted romance game, of course she would hate him.

So this was how she saw him.

This was how utterly despicable he was in her eyes.

Lambert stood up, his entire body radiating an oppressive, terrifying cold.

He glared down at her and hissed, "Camilla, if I really wanted to do something to you, do you honestly think you'd still be sitting here perfectly intact?"

Camilla refused to look at him. She simply slid the velvet box back across the table. "Take it, Mr. White."

Lambert didn't move a muscle. "Throw it in the trash."

He loomed over her, his dark eyes freezing her in place.

Camilla remained stubbornly silent.

Spinning on his heel, he strode out of the café, moving like a violent storm front.

Catheleen was still scrolling on her phone. She glanced up just in time to see Lambert storming past, his face an absolute thundercloud.

Startled, she leaped out of her seat. "Lambert..."

Lambert completely ignored her, staring straight ahead as he swept past.

Catheleen's heart hammered in her chest. He looked like a villain ready to watch the world burn, ready to annihilate anyone who crossed his path.

Still in shock, she scrambled over to Camilla's booth and practically collapsed into the seat. "Cammie, what the hell is wrong with my cousin?"

Overwhelmed, Camilla leaned in and pulled her into a tight hug.

She was so unbelievably lucky to have a friend like her.

Catheleen rubbed her back soothingly. "My cousin can be a real jerk sometimes and say awful things. Please don't take it to heart."

"I said some awful things too. He's probably furious," Camilla whispered. "I'm just never going to see him again."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say," Catheleen comforted her. "Let's just forget about him. Come on, let's go shopping."

Camilla was in absolutely no mood to shop.

But she didn't want to drag Catheleen down with her, so she forced a fragile smile. "Okay. Let's go."

She pulled back and handed the velvet box to Catheleen. "This is his. Can you find some time to return it to him?"

Catheleen blindly shoved it into her purse. "Sure, whatever. Shopping first!"

Neither of them could have anticipated that while they were out, they would bump into someone completely unexpected.