Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 270

Without warning, Lambert reached out and clamped his hand over her mouth.

Her soft lips pressed directly against his warm palm. She froze, her eyes wide.

Lambert absolutely refused to hear those words. What did she mean, "it won't happen again"? He was entirely banking on it happening several more times in the near future.

"Stop talking nonsense," Lambert commanded softly. "Right now, your only job is to rest. Don't overthink anything. Recover, finalize your divorce, and we will deal with everything else later."

Unable to speak, Camilla just stared up at him and gave a slow, hesitant nod.

Satisfied, Lambert finally pulled his hand away.

It took her a moment to process everything before she finally asked, "So... when are you leaving?"

Lambert had already settled back into the chair by the bed, his attention shifting to the medical monitors. Without even looking back, he answered, "I'm not."

Panic instantly flooded her veins. "But we just agreed..."

"Who agreed?" Lambert shot back smoothly. "I told you to rest and recover. I never said I was leaving."

"This is really inappropriate..." she practically begged. "You said it yourself, I'm not divorced yet. How can I let you stay here as my private caregiver... I don't even have any clothes on..."

Her voice dropped to a humiliated whisper.

"It's not like I haven't seen you without clothes before," Lambert remarked coolly. Seeing her flush so violently she looked ready to melt into the floorboards, he decided to spare her. He knew he had a rather twisted sense of humor, but seeing her so thoroughly flustered gave him a distinct sense of satisfaction.

He smoothly shifted gears. "Didn't you say you wanted to hire a caregiver? I'm volunteering for the position."

"You?" Camilla’s embarrassment was instantly derailed by sheer shock.

"How am I any worse than a hired professional?" Lambert reasoned. "Plus, my rates are much lower."

The pinch snapped her out of her daze, the realization of what she’d just agreed to crashing into her. She wanted to smash her head into the pillow and disappear.

Had she lost her mind? She must have lost her mind! How could she have actually said 'I agree'? What kind of black magic was this man wielding to completely strip her of her senses?

Before she could retract it, Lambert smoothly cut in. "A deal is a deal. You've gone back on your word too many times already. This time, I expect you to follow through."

She shook her head frantically. "I misspoke, I didn't mean it..."

"Shh." Lambert pressed a finger gently to her lips. "Cammie, you need to rest. The doctor said you'll need to get out of bed and walk around later, so conserve your energy... Oh wait, should I help you put your pants on first?"

Camilla thought she was actually going to die on the spot. "No! I'll do it myself!"

A low, teasing laugh escaped him. "I can help."