Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 296

But the sudden shift in momentum still caused Camilla to sway slightly in her seat. In the very next second, Lambert's arm shot out, firmly capturing her hand once more. Camilla's head snapped up in surprise. Lambert was sitting completely rigid, his gaze locked strictly forward, refusing to even look at her. And yet, his grip on her hand was uncompromising, anchoring her to him. With a fluid motion, he parted her fingers, threading his own deeply between hers to lock them in a dominant, inescapable grasp. Their fingers intertwined seamlessly. Then, his deep voice filled the car. "Turn around," he commanded the driver. "We're going home." Camilla couldn't help the soft sniffle that escaped her lips. Only then did Lambert finally turn to look at her. She instantly averted her gaze, hiding her face. "You'll stay at my place tonight," he stated, a cold edge returning to his tone. "Once Catheleen gets her living situation sorted out, I'll take you back to her." When Camilla finally spoke, her voice broke with a thick, undeniable tremor. "I don't want to go..." The rustle of expensive fabric filled the space as Lambert closed the distance between them. They had been sitting with a clear gap separating them in the spacious back seat. Now, he was right beside her. "Are you crying?" All the frost in his voice melted away, replaced by an intoxicating, velvety tenderness. Camilla had been trying to hold it together, but the moment he asked, a hot tear slipped down her cheek. She heard Lambert let out a heavy sigh. Then, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her securely into his solid chest. "What am I supposed to do with you?" His voice vibrated directly against her ear, sending relentless tremors straight to her heart. She wanted to push him away, but all the strength had been completely drained from her limbs. "You really don't want to come home with me?" Lambert murmured. "Is that it?" Camilla remained silent. Lambert sighed again. "I'm not going to try anything, so what are you so afraid of?" Camilla shot a panicked glance at the driver and bodyguard in the front, then threw a sharp glare at Lambert. Her eyes were still wet with tears, the corners flushed a soft pink. The glare held absolutely zero threat; instead, it looked endearingly coquettish. Lambert's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. He reached over and hit a button on the console. The privacy partition hummed to life, gliding up to seal the back seat off entirely from the front. Now shielded from view, Camilla finally spoke up. "I told you I'm not going!" "A hotel just isn't practical right now," Lambert reasoned gently. "I don't care how you lived before, but while you're with me, I'm going to take absolute care of you." "But eventually I have to go back to my own life," Camilla argued softly. "You can't stay with me forever." "If you want me to, I will." Camilla's head snapped up to stare at him. Lambert's gaze was endlessly deep, a dark, consuming ocean of emotion. She couldn't decipher exactly what those intense, predatory eyes were trying to tell her. He tossed out these heart-stopping lines as easily as breathing. He was far too good at this. Camilla lowered her lashes, desperately trying to suppress the chaotic emotions swirling within her. The car executed a smooth U-turn at the next intersection, speeding toward Lambert's residence. He maintained several properties across the city. He occasionally visited his family's estate or stayed at one of his sprawling suburban mansions. But his primary residence was a massive Penthouse Apartment situated right in the heart of the city, conveniently close to his corporate headquarters. It wasn't too far from where Catheleen lived either. Stepping inside Lambert's home, Camilla was too intimidated to look around, let alone move. From what she could see, the interior was an expanse of minimalist black-and-white decor—sleek, modern, and radiating the same untouchable, expensive aura as its owner. However, the space felt stark and lifeless, utterly devoid of any personal warmth. The bodyguards, who resided in the adjoining unit, had discreetly vanished the moment they escorted them through the front door. Lambert closed the heavy door behind them and crouched down gracefully to retrieve a pair of slippers for her. "This was completely last minute, so I don't have anything in your size," Lambert explained. "Wear mine for now." Before Camilla could even react, Lambert's large hand wrapped securely around her slender ankle, preparing to slide off her shoe. "I can do it myself!" Camilla blurted out in panic.