Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 297

But in the split second it took her to protest, Lambert had already slipped the shoe off her foot. Over the past few days at the hospital, every single time she needed to get out of bed, Lambert would kneel down just like this to help her with her shoes. The caregiver had caught him doing it on several occasions. It was exactly why the older woman couldn't stop praising his total devotion. Despite experiencing it repeatedly, Camilla was nowhere near used to it. This arrogant, untouchable billionaire, constantly bowing his head, bending his knees, and submitting himself completely at her feet. It was far too overwhelming for her to process. "They're going to be a little big." They were massively oversized. Sliding her feet into them felt like a child playing dress-up in adult clothes. Lambert guided her other foot into the slipper, an amused smile playing on his lips. "How are your feet this tiny?" A sudden flush of embarrassment hit Camilla. He had already noticed how delicate her feet were when he held them against his chest. They fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. But seeing them practically swallowed by his size 12 slippers visually hammered home just how incredibly petite she was compared to him. Lambert was well over six feet tall, easily wearing a size 11 or 12 shoe. Camilla, on the other hand, wore a standard size 6. The sheer contrast only amplified the immense physical difference between them. "Go on inside." Lambert placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, guiding her forward. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll take care of your bags." "I can handle my bags..." Lambert tilted his chin up slightly. "Be a good girl and listen." He immediately pulled out his phone and made a quick call. "Have a pair of women's slippers sent up immediately." Hanging up, he pocketed the phone, grabbed her luggage, and headed straight down the hall toward the master bedroom. Camilla hurriedly shuffled after him. The oversized slippers made walking awkwardly difficult. After taking just a few steps, Lambert abruptly stopped, turned around, and extended his hand toward her. Camilla blinked, confused. "We're holding hands," Lambert reminded her smoothly. "Did you forget?" She hadn't forgotten. But they were just walking down the hallway to the bedroom—did he seriously need to hold her hand for a five-second walk? Lacking any valid excuse to refuse, Camilla reluctantly surrendered her hand to his. Lambert wrapped his fingers securely around hers, waiting patiently until she stepped up beside him before resuming his pace. Camilla noted how his long legs naturally gave him a much wider, faster stride. But the moment he took her hand, he deliberately slowed his pace to match hers perfectly. How could Lambert be so ruthlessly gentle? He paid attention to even the tiniest details, ensuring she was completely accommodated. Camilla tried her best to walk smoothly beside him, but her anxiety made her clumsy. Her foot slipped, completely sliding out of the massive slipper. The shoe was just entirely too big to manage. With a sharp gasp, she instinctively grabbed onto Lambert's muscular bicep for balance. Lambert instantly steadied her. Dropping the bags in his other hand, he swept her up into his arms in one fluid, dominant motion without a second thought. Camilla let out a startled yelp as her feet left the ground, suddenly finding herself pressed tightly against his broad chest. "I... I can walk!" Her face instantly flushed a brilliant shade of red. "The slippers are a hazard." Lambert smirked down at her. "Stop squirming, we're almost there." The apartment was incredibly massive, spanning thousands of square feet. Being carried by him down the seemingly endless hallway made the short distance feel like an eternity. Carrying her straight into the master bedroom, he deposited her gently onto the edge of the large bed. "Sit right there. I'll bring your bags in." Panic flared in Camilla's chest. This was so clearly Lambert's personal sanctuary. The bed was made up with dark charcoal sheets, and the partially open closet revealed a meticulous row of crisp monochrome dress shirts. Through the open door of the en-suite bathroom, she could easily spot the high-end men's toiletries lined up neatly on the counter. Lambert quickly reappeared with her luggage. It only contained a few changes of clothes and her basic toiletries. Catheleen had packed it all for her hospital stay. "This is your bedroom, isn't it?" Camilla asked, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress. "I can't stay in here." Lambert stopped right beside her, staring down with hooded eyes. "What, are you scared?"