Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 300

Whenever they were in a bad mood, everything she did annoyed them, and they'd randomly scream at her for no reason. They only bothered to pretend to treat her decently when guests were around. After all, maintaining their precious public image was everything to them. But the sheer devotion Lambert had shown her during her hospital stay was seared permanently into her brain. It was an intense, suffocating level of care, warmth, and possessive attention that Camilla had never experienced in her entire life. She had once told Catheleen that she felt like a flower that had bloomed way too early, only to freeze to death before spring ever arrived. It wasn't an exaggeration. Her exhausting, toxic marriage to Daniel had completely drained the life out of her, leaving her utterly numb and emotionally dead. If she had never met Lambert... She probably would have locked her heart away for the rest of her life, never allowing herself to fall for another man. Looking back at the past few weeks, it all felt entirely surreal. She truly believed she was done with love forever. Yet, before she even realized what was happening, her impenetrable walls had crumbled, and her heart was desperately racing for him. Maybe it was simply because he was Lambert White. A man completely unmatched in his power, brilliance, and devastating charm. Sometimes she wondered if things would have been different if she had met Lambert first. She certainly never would have confused her pathetic attachment to Daniel for actual love. Because the wild, suffocating rush of adrenaline she felt every single time Lambert stepped into her personal space was something Daniel had never once managed to ignite. All she had ever really wanted from Daniel was a safe harbor and a sense of family. But around Lambert, her body betrayed her entirely—her cheeks burned, her heart hammered against her ribs, and her skin flushed hot... Because he made her think of dirty, utterly inappropriate things. Lambert had been absolutely right when he said drunk words were sober thoughts, and that dreams were born from deep-seated desires. It was precisely because she secretly craved him that her inhibitions had vanished the moment she was drunk, leading her to touch him so intimately. Camilla had never known she possessed such a wildly passionate, unrestrained side. She remembered reading a quote in a novel once that said true desire for someone always translated into a primal need for their body. Love and lust were inherently impossible to separate. Over the past few days, Camilla had even caught herself entertaining a wildly reckless thought: screw the morality, screw her self-preservation—she should just throw herself into bed with him. Maybe if she finally gave him what he wanted, he would lose interest and leave her alone. And she would finally get to satisfy her own burning curiosity. But when it came down to it, she just couldn't bring herself to cross that line. She had naively assumed that once she was discharged from the hospital, her entanglement with Lambert would end. Instead, he had effortlessly hijacked her life and moved her directly into his penthouse. But her mind was firmly made up—she was leaving tomorrow morning. "Let's go for a walk," Lambert's sudden suggestion pulled her from her thoughts. Camilla snapped back to reality. "Where to?" "Just around the neighborhood," Lambert replied smoothly. "The doctor specifically ordered light physical activity." Camilla absolutely did not want to go on a stroll with him. She knew exactly what his angle was—there was zero chance he would pass up the opportunity to enforce their hand-holding contract. Strolling through the city at night, fingers laced together after dinner... it was entirely too intimate. They would look exactly like a real couple. Which they were not. "I want to call Catheleen first." "Go ahead." The moment the call connected, Catheleen practically wailed into the receiver, "Cammie! The fire blew out half the windows in my apartment. The whole place needs to be gutted and remodeled. I'm moving back into my old place tonight. Where are you staying? I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning." Before Camilla could even respond, Lambert leaned in dangerously close, brushing his lips right against her ear as he spoke clearly into the phone. "She's staying with me for the next few days. Don't worry about her." Catheleen went dead silent for a full second before practically screaming, "You guys moved in together?!" Camilla panicked instantly. "It's not what you think! I'm just..." Lambert watched her flounder, thoroughly enjoying the show. Furious, Camilla hung up the phone and glared at him. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"