Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 279

The other man...

What kind of title was that?

How could a ridiculous phrase like that ever be associated with someone as formidable as Lambert White?

Camilla sighed helplessly. "Catheleen, stop talking nonsense."

"Okay, okay, my lips are sealed! If Lambert hears me, he'll actually end my life." Catheleen sat on the edge of the bed. "Cammie, I am so sorry about all this. Once you're discharged, I promise to take amazing care of you."

"Why are you still apologizing?" Camilla reasoned. "Should I be thanking you for calling the ambulance? Otherwise, I would have just suffered alone in my apartment."

"Okay, fine, we'll drop it." Catheleen looked at her with pure affection. "Just hurry up and get better! There's a massive charity gala coming up in a few days, and my favorite idol is going to be there. Will you go with me?"

Thanks to her family's connections, Catheleen had VIP access. The celebrity she obsessed over was actually signed to her family's entertainment agency.

But Catheleen always respected boundaries, perfectly content playing the role of a devoted fan.

To Camilla, an event like a 'charity gala' sounded like something out of a movie.

It felt entirely out of her league.

But since Catheleen was asking so sweetly, she nodded. "Sure. Once I'm out of here, I'll go with you."

Mid-conversation, the door opened and Lambert strolled back in.

Catheleen immediately shot up from the bed, standing at strict attention. "Lambert!"

When Lambert left earlier, he hadn't looked entirely exhausted, but returning now, he looked thoroughly refreshed.

Finding the hospital overly warm, he had removed his tailored overcoat, draping it over one arm.

Dressed in an immaculate, razor-sharp suit, he looked commanding, lethal, and devastatingly handsome.

He looked like he was about to give a keynote speech at an international economic summit.

Camilla took one look at him and immediately averted her eyes.

Even though she was intimately familiar with his flawless features—having spent hours sketching his portrait—she was still stunned into silence every time she saw him.

Catheleen was secretly roasting him in her head. Right now, her cousin looked exactly like a peacock strutting its feathers, fully weaponizing his charm whether he realized it or not.

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