Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 113

Camilla didn’t bother to respond to Lance’s teasing. She just straightened up and said, “I really don’t see any business you could have with the Carter Group. Let me walk you out.”

“Kicking me out already?” Lance grinned.

“I’m just being honest,” Camilla replied.

Lance rested his cheek in his hand, his eyes on Camilla, more obvious and intent now that Barnard was gone. “I don’t really have much to say to the Carter Group, but Barnard’s offer sounded interesting, so I came. I haven't even started dinner yet, and you’re already rushing me out. Isn’t that a little much?”

He put on a hurt look, acting all pitiful as he blinked at Camilla.

Camilla frowned. “You really have to eat with Barnard? He’s desperate to work with the Charles family. Aren’t you worried he’s going to cling to you and never let go?”

The corner of Lance’s mouth twitched at her first comment, but then he started to smile. “So... should I take that as you being worried about me?”

He leaned back lazily, sliding a bit closer, his shoulder bumping gently against hers.

Abelard watched it all, especially the way Camilla’s face didn’t change one bit—totally unreadable. He couldn’t help but respect Lance’s nerves of steel. Anyone else would have backed down ages ago, but Lance just kept pushing, practically throwing himself at her.

When it came to being thick-skinned, Lance was definitely a legend in their circle.

But Abelard couldn’t figure out—if Lance was this gutsy, how did he ever lose out to Barnard in the first place?

Camilla acted like she hadn’t even heard Lance flirting with her. She grabbed her bag and stood. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you don’t want Barnard pestering you for the rest of the night, just come with me.”

There was no way she was going to sit another second, watching Barnard trying to curry favor with Lance while also hinting at her to play nice. The whole vibe was off and Camilla had no more patience left for it.

“Sure. Where are we heading? Jasper mentioned wanting sweet and sour ribs last time. Should we hit the supermarket and get the stuff?” Lance stood up right after her, sliding into step beside Camilla like it was the most natural thing in the world. His words made Abelard stare in disbelief.

Wait. Was he really trying to invite himself over just like that?

She hadn’t even said a word about dinner, but he acted like it was already settled.

Abelard stayed back, cutting off Barnard’s path before he could follow. “You’re really something, Barnard. I’ve been with Lance for years, and I’ve never seen anyone dare just leave him waiting in a private room. Lucky for you, you’ve got such a great wife.”

Barnard wanted to ask him more, but Abelard was already striding off, leaving him alone in the hallway, fists clenched tight.

Davina waited until Abelard disappeared into the elevator. She finally asked, “Barnard, what did Lance mean just now? Do you think there’s actually something between him and Camilla? They seemed a little too friendly walking off together. Don’t you think—?”

Davina broke off as soon as she met Barnard’s icy stare. Her voice went quiet. “Barnard, what’s with that look?”

Finally, the anger Barnard had been holding in boiled over. He glared back. “Don’t go making baseless accusations. I know exactly what kind of person Camilla is. If anything, it was probably your little appearance that set Lance off, and Camilla was just trying to smooth things over for me. Davina, this whole mess started with you, and now you’re trying to drag Camilla into it too? What’s your problem?”

Everyone has their limits.

Davina kept making trouble for Barnard, and until now, he could ignore the small stuff. But now that she was crossing lines at work, he was completely fed up.