Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 299

The moment she stepped out, her eyes were instantly drawn to the man in the kitchen. In the middle of the massive, open-concept kitchen, Lambert stood at the sprawling marble island, a dark charcoal apron tied securely around his waist. His crisp dress shirt was rolled up past his elbows, putting his heavily veined, muscular forearms on full display. The apron strings cinched his waist, aggressively highlighting the devastating V-taper of his broad shoulders and narrow hips. The hum of the heavy-duty range hood completely masked the sound of Camilla's approach. It wasn't until Lambert reached for a spice jar that he caught her silhouette in his peripheral vision. He turned his head, his dark eyes instantly locking onto hers. Caught staring, Camilla immediately flushed, hastily tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear in nervous habit. A slow, devastating smirk spread across Lambert's face. He lifted a hand, gesturing for her to come closer. "Come here," he commanded softly. His voice was barely audible over the kitchen noise, but the intent was clear. Camilla walked over to the island, intentionally stopping a safe few feet away from him. Lambert tossed the final seasoning into the pan, killed the heat, and smoothly plated the dish. Camilla had seen Lambert cook before. But seeing it again still felt utterly surreal. A billionaire of his status, someone with so much ruthless power, had absolutely no business being in a kitchen. Yet, watching him stand there, completely commanding the space, it somehow didn't feel out of place at all. If anything, his sheer presence elevated the simple act of cooking into something incredibly elegant. And honestly, watching a man this strikingly handsome and dominant move around a kitchen—every movement a perfect blend of raw power and fluid grace—was dangerously captivating. It was an absolute feast for the eyes. It looked like a high-fashion editorial shoot. But he was infinitely more gorgeous and far more commanding than any professional model could ever hope to be. He picked up the plate and stepped closer, asking, "Are you hungry?" Camilla hadn't really felt hungry, but the mouthwatering aroma hit her senses, and she found herself nodding involuntarily. "It'll just be another minute." He turned back, grabbed a fork, speared a piece of the Stir-fried Yam, and brought it right to her lips. Anticipating her hesitation, he smoothly added, "The silverware is clean. I haven't used it." He had prepared a flawless plate of Stir-fried Yam, tossed beautifully with wood ear mushrooms and carrots. It was a basic, everyday dish, but making it actually taste exceptional required serious culinary skill. The perfectly glistening piece hovered right in front of her mouth. With almost no room to overthink it, Camilla parted her lips and took the bite. The flavor exploded on her tongue—a perfect balance of savory and slightly tangy, the texture incredibly crisp and refreshing. Camilla's eyes instantly widened in delight. It was absolutely delicious! "How is it?" Even though Lambert could clearly read her stunned expression, he wanted to hear the praise from her own lips. "Does it need anything else?" Camilla nodded enthusiastically. "It's amazing!" She actually gave him a thumbs up. "Seriously delicious. I've never had yam cooked so perfectly crisp before!" "As long as you like it." Hearing her praise sent a genuine wave of satisfaction through Lambert. "I'll make it more often from now on." Camilla lowered her lashes, hiding the sudden rush of bitter sadness in her eyes. Make it more often from now on... There wasn't going to be a 'from now on.' She was moving out tomorrow, and she would never have the chance to taste his cooking again. But regardless of what tomorrow held, she wasn't going to let this incredible meal go to waste. Lambert had put genuine effort into making this for her, and the least she could do was eat well to show her appreciation. As a result, Lambert watched with immense satisfaction as Camilla dug into the meal with genuine appetite. Whenever he served more food onto her plate, she didn't reject it. Camilla mentally reasoned with herself: they had already kissed, so what was the point of playing coy over sharing a meal? After dinner, she tried to help Lambert clear the table and insisted on doing the dishes, but he absolutely refused to let her, stating that someone else would handle the cleanup. "I live alone, so the cleaning lady comes in to handle the chores while I'm at the office," Lambert explained smoothly. "Besides, you're recovering. I'm not going to put you to work." Camilla had never experienced this kind of intense pampering when she was sick before. Growing up, Lean Green and Adah Henley poured all their love and attention into Barbara, leaving Camilla entirely to fend for herself.