Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 255

Was this woman sent by the universe specifically to torture him?

She was going to be the death of him.

He wrapped his fingers gently around her delicate wrist, terrified of holding too tightly. She was so fragile, so thin. He made a mental note to make sure she ate better from now on.

But the moment he held her wrist, she rebelled again. She threw her entire body weight into trying to pull free.

The resulting friction from her squirming made the blood drain entirely from Lambert's face.

Camilla felt uncomfortable too, trying to readjust her position. But Lambert clamped his arm around her waist, locking her in place. Since she had so boldly climbed into his lap, he wasn't about to let her slide off that easily.

Did she think he was just a piece of furniture she could use and abandon?

Trapped and frustrated by the hard angle of his lap, she started whining, melting against his chest. She had never been the type to whine; her family had never given her the luxury to act spoiled. But Catheleen was an absolute master of it. Spending so much time with the heiress had clearly rubbed off on her, and the alcohol was aggressively amplifying her emotions. Her pouting skills were suddenly top-tier.

"Catheleen..." she mumbled, fully convinced he was her best friend.

"This seat is so hard..."

"It's uncomfortable."

"Why aren't you talking to me?"

She let out a pathetic little whimper, slumping forward until her face was buried in the crook of his neck. Her cheek rubbed sensually against his skin.

"Don't be mad!"

"I promise I won't drink anymore."

"If I drink again, I'm a puppy!"

To Lambert, she already felt like a puppy. A tiny, unweaned, absurdly soft little puppy. She smelled like heaven, and the sensation of her face nuzzling his neck made his heart completely stop.

No, she wasn't a puppy.

Puppies couldn't kill a man.

She snapped, balling her fists and weakly pounding his chest.

"Stop moving," Lambert finally ordered, his voice strained past the breaking point.

The moment she heard his low, commanding tone, her face crumpled. Her bottom lip trembled, she let out a tragic little noise, and then she burst into wailing tears.

Lambert was thrown into absolute panic. One second she was kissing him, the next she was sobbing.

He hurriedly cupped her face, using his thumbs to frantically wipe away her tears. "Okay, okay, I'm not yelling."

In truth, his tone hadn't been harsh at all. If Catheleen had heard him speak with that much restraint, she would have been shocked. But to Camilla's drunken mind, it was devastatingly cruel.

It broke his heart.

"You are!"

She sobbed, putting her hands on her hips indignantly.