Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 91

Lambert could hear how uneasy she was.

Her grip on the phone tightened, knuckles turning white, and for a second, Camilla actually wanted to hang up.

Lambert spoke gently. “Do you need my help?”

Camilla shot back almost instantly. “No, I don’t!”

Her response was so blunt that even Latonia, sitting up front, gave her a startled glance.

Only then did Camilla remember who she was speaking to. The man on the other end wasn’t just anybody. He was influential, powerful, a big deal.

He had gone out of his way to offer his help. The least she could do was be polite.

She drew a slow breath and tried to soften her tone. “Thank you, Mr. White. I can handle it.”

No matter how much she tried to hide it, Lambert could still feel the wall she’d built up, the way she was holding him at arm’s length.

Something twisted in his chest. His hand clenched around the phone so hard the veins stood out on the back of it.

It was quiet for a few moments before he finally broke the silence. “You have my number. If you need anything, just call.”

“Thank you, Mr. White. I will,” she replied, the caution in her voice impossible to miss. “Is there anything else?”

She was still calling him Mr. White, using that extra formality.

Whenever he tried to close the distance, she found a way to move further away.

Lambert was used to doors opening for him. With her, every door stayed shut.

But with her, he felt like he was fighting a battle he couldn’t win. Like every advance sent him two steps back.

He didn’t know what else to say.

After he hung up, he found himself reaching for a cigarette.

Just then, someone knocked, and before he could respond, the door swung open.

He didn’t bother masking the irritation in his eyes.

Lambert’s sharp gaze landed on the intruder.

Faust strolled in, hands stuffed in his pockets, kicked the door shut behind him and grinned. “Busy?”

Lambert lit a cigarette and took a slow drag.

“She hasn’t divorced yet,” Lambert finally said. “Things aren’t going well.”

“You haven’t done anything?” Faust looked surprised. “If you put some pressure on Daniel, he’d probably freak out. He’d be running from his own shadow.”

“No one knows how I feel about her, and I want to keep it that way,” Lambert said. “She’s married. Her reputation matters more than anything.”

“You’re really thinking of her. But she doesn’t know that. You’re wasting all this effort and she can’t see it,” Faust said. “So when she finally gets divorced, you better go after her. Honestly, I can’t even picture you falling for someone.”

“You know how you are when you’re in love, don’t you?”

“Come on. We’re nothing alike,” Faust said. “You always keep your distance from women. All those gorgeous girls chasing after you, and you just turn them away. I used to wonder if you were even interested in women at all.”

Faust watched him frown, then put out his half-finished cigarette.

“What’s with the face? Is there actually something in this world you can’t fix?”

Lambert stood up and walked over to the window, staring out at the traffic glowing under the sunset.

He asked quietly, “Why don’t you want to get married?”

Faust joined him, standing side by side. “Simple. I’m not done having fun.”