Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 293

Whenever Camilla got nervous, she had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ear. This time, it backfired terribly. As she tried to sweep it back, even more loose strands tumbled down to frame her face. Before she could fix it, Lambert's large hand reached out. His long fingers gently caught the loose strands and tucked them securely behind her ear. Camilla's face instantly burned crimson. Such a simple, intimate gesture, and yet it left her completely defenseless. She didn't even want to imagine what she would do if Lambert tried anything more than that. "Answer my question." Camilla could only shake her head helplessly. "I don't know." Lambert offered, "Then how about I make the arrangements?" Camilla couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "I already agreed to your condition... why do I still have to repay a debt?" "Those are two completely different things." Lambert's tone left no room for argument. "You agreeing to my condition was the price for deleting the video. As for the debt... you still owe me." Camilla hung her head, completely defeated. Lambert continued, "Since you don't know how to repay it, I'll draw up a repayment plan. Do you have any objections?" Camilla reached out to push him away, but reconsidering, she used just a single index finger to poke his dress shirt. "You... step back a little first." Instead, Lambert simply wrapped his hand around her finger. Camilla tried to yank it back, but his grip was unyielding. She glared up at him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Let go!" "Let's start with holding hands, alright?" Lambert lightly rubbed his thumb over her slender knuckles. "From now on, you're going to let me hold your hand like a good girl." "No!" Camilla rejected the idea instantly. Lambert frowned slightly. "No? I asked you how you wanted to repay me, and you refused to answer. Now I've proposed a plan, and you're rejecting it." Camilla defended herself, "But I never held your hand in the first place." "Perfect." Lambert let out a dark chuckle. "So you want to skip the preliminary steps and move straight to the heavier physical contact? I watched that video plenty of times. I remember exactly what you did to me in vivid detail." Hearing him say that made Camilla feel even more humiliated. She felt like she had thrown away her entire lifetime's worth of dignity in front of this man. "Stop talking..." She wanted nothing more than for the floor to swallow her whole. "Fine, I agree." At least it was just holding hands, nothing more explicit... But holding hands was incredibly weird too. They weren't even a couple. Walking around holding hands... it was entirely too intimate. She quickly asked, "You can't possibly mean... holding hands all the time, right? How long until my debt is cleared?" Her mind was finally working logically again. Lambert stated firmly, "Whenever I want to hold your hand, you cannot refuse." "For how long?" Lambert did the math in his head. "Considering you touched my Adam's apple, felt up my abs, and even kissed me... if you're only using hand-holding to pay off the debt, it'll take about a month." "That long!" Camilla gasped in outrage. "You're a total Slave Driver!" Lambert countered smoothly, "Alternatively, I can touch you. I'll feel up your neck, your stomach, and then kiss you... then we'll be completely even." "Holding hands! Definitely holding hands!" Camilla immediately made her choice. "One month it is!" A low chuckle vibrated in Lambert's chest. "No backing out." "I won't..." Camilla pouted, utterly defeated. "Can you let me go now?" Lambert was still gripping her single finger. With a smooth turn of his wrist, his large, sculpted hand engulfed hers entirely. "The clock starts now," Lambert declared. "And I'll hold it for as long as I want." From that moment on, wherever Camilla went, Lambert followed. Camilla remembered an old comedy sketch she had seen years ago on television. Two actors played characters whose hands were accidentally superglued together. They were forced to do absolutely everything side by side. Right now, she felt exactly like she and Lambert had been superglued to each other. A bizarre mix of sheer embarrassment, fluttery excitement, and deep internal conflict warred within her chest.