Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 74

Their eyes locked.

Camilla tensed in an instant. If she were a kitten, her fur would be standing on end, the kind to warn you with a nervous little growl.

She tucked her hands behind her back, avoiding Lambert’s stare with a skittish kind of fear.

Lambert was the kind of man who could buy anything, who walked into any room and never needed to explain himself. If he wanted something from her, Camilla knew she wouldn’t be able to fight him off at all.

The first thing he saw were her bruises. His expression shifted for just a second, dark and hard to read. Then he caught the way she was watching him, the mistrust so obvious you could almost reach out and touch it.

Faust had joked before that if you looked across the whole country, there would still be no shortage of women trying anything to get close to Lambert. Women always found ways to brush shoulders with him, hoping for something more. Even if it was just one fleeting night, none of them would complain.

But Camilla was nothing like those women. She didn’t even try to hide how much she wanted distance between them.

Lambert broke the tension with a cool, almost distant voice. “Take a seat. Dinner’ll be ready soon.”

He didn’t say anything else. He turned and disappeared into the kitchen, getting busy with the food.

Some of Camilla’s nervousness melted away. Lambert wasn’t acting weirdly, like a guy with hidden motives. Maybe she’d overthought everything. This was Latonia’s place after all. He was her cousin. Him being here was perfectly normal.

Camilla picked the couch farthest from the kitchen and shot Latonia a quick message.

Latonia replied almost immediately. I went to get some groceries. I’ll be back in a bit.

Honestly, she never cooked. When she heard Lambert was in her kitchen with a bag full of ingredients, wanting to make dinner, she’d been totally caught off guard.

Seriously, what an honor, getting to eat a meal that Lambert had cooked himself. Who knew he could even cook? But looking at the way he moved around the kitchen, so practiced and smooth, it was kind of obvious.

“She won’t,” Lambert replied, his voice steady and quiet. “And if she does, I’ll figure something out.”

“I’m not trying to meddle for the sake of it,” Latonia insisted. “I just want you to take your time. If you really care, wait until she’s actually divorced. Be gentle. Don’t scare her.”

Lambert changed the subject, almost like a favor in return. “If your dad’s got questions about the business, have him call my assistant. She’ll help him sort it out.”

Latonia smiled, her eyes warm. “Seriously, thank you. My dad’s been losing sleep over it.”

She knew this was his way of saying thank you, for looking out for Camilla, for being on her side. That was always enough for Lambert. Anyone good to Camilla would never get the short end of the stick with him.

When Latonia finally came back, the first thing she saw was Camilla.

Camilla jumped up right away, pure relief in her voice. “Latonia, you’re back.”