Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 108

“I barely know him, and even if I could get him to meet you, the way you’re coming on so strong would just make things awkward. I’m not setting you up with anyone, so please leave.”

After being shot down again, Barnard’s breaths grew heavier. For the first time, he realized Camilla was completely out of his hands.

He tried again. “There’s a charity gala in a couple of days. I heard from someone on the inside that Lance will be there. Come with me.”

Camilla knew exactly what he was getting at. He wanted to use the event to cozy up to Lance, but since they didn’t really know each other, he was nervous about being embarrassed. That’s why he wanted her by his side.

Camilla dodged, “We’ll see. The press conference just ended yesterday and I’ve got a ton of work to clear up. If you’re done here, please leave.”

When she said “please,” it was like she’d put their whole marriage at arm’s length.

Barnard pushed again. “It’s still early. When you’re finished, I’ll pick you up. We can go visit Jasper together.”

Camilla could tell he’d been trying hard these last couple of days, acting all eager to fix things between them. But she just didn’t care anymore.

Whatever love they once had, it was all behind her now. She’d already decided to leave Barnard, so his last-minute change of heart meant absolutely nothing.

Not long after Barnard left, a video from Lance popped up on Camilla’s phone—the same interview Ada mentioned. In the clip, Lance wore a light suit with that rose brooch pinned where everyone could see it. He was impossible to miss.

Lance had also sent her a voice note in that easy, teasing tone.

“So, Miss Hedgehog, did my wearing your design embarrass it?”

Embarrass? Please. If anything, it just made Barnard more desperate to get close to him.

Camilla quickly texted back, “Thanks to you, our company got some much-needed attention.”

A few moments passed, then Lance called. “Then how about some dinner, Miss Hedgehog? Since I made you famous, shouldn’t you treat me?”

Camilla laughed. “If you’d called half an hour ago, someone else would have beat me to it.”

Lance paused, sounding genuinely curious. “Who? Jasper?”

“She’s busy,” Lance shrugged. “I’m picking up my son for lunch.”

Abelard’s mouth fell open. Son? Since when?

Then it hit him. “Wait, are you serious? It’s one thing to play the other man, but now her kid too? Are you actually planning to marry Camilla?”

“Why not?” Lance said. “I like her. I already decided I’d marry her. And her son’s basically my son. What’s the issue? I don’t owe an explanation to a lonely guy like you. I’m out.”

Abelard watched him go, frowning at the absurdity of it all. The moment this guy touched back down in the country, everyone in business wanted a piece of him. And what was he doing? Dashing out to pick up someone else’s kid for lunch.

If you wanted to talk about showing off, nobody could top Lance. Not in their city, not anywhere.

Still, Abelard didn’t get much time to complain. Lance’s secretary appeared and whisked him into the meeting room. Staring at the pile of paperwork, he stifled the urge to curse Lance’s entire family tree and quietly asked the secretary, “Did Lance ever mention when we might expect wedding candy?”

If that boss of his didn’t sweep Camilla off her feet soon, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could survive.