Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 215

“Hypocrite. Disgusting. Barnard, don’t touch me.” Camilla’s voice shook with anger.

Every time his hand grazed her skin, it made her sick to her stomach. Now his gentle façade had finally cracked, and beneath it, he wasn’t some graceful, upright gentleman. He was ruthless, shameless, the kind of man who’d show his ugliest desires even at a glamorous party with so many eyes all around.

He didn’t look like an elite from a fancy school anymore. He looked more like a wild animal, unfaithful and crude.

“Stop fighting me, Camilla,” Barnard murmured, like he was explaining something patient and inevitable. “You’ll come back. Once you’re carrying our child, you’ll...”

“Get away, Barnard. There will never be a child of yours. Even if you force me tonight, I’ll never let you win,” Camilla shot back.

She struggled to get free, but her muscles were weak and limp, no match for him. She couldn’t even budge him.

Barnard only sneered. “You didn’t mind giving some nobody a child, but for me, you act like I’m beneath you? Why? What, he’s better than me?” He looked at her with disgust that he couldn’t even bother to hide.

Camilla’s heart had almost managed to go numb to all the pain he’d caused, and now with every word, it was like Barnard was slicing open old wounds, tearing her apart all over again.

“Let go... just let go of me! Do you hear me? Don’t touch me!” Camilla’s voice cracked. That feeling of helplessness, of struggling and failing, dragged her mind back to the night she’d gotten pregnant with Jasper. That stranger’s face had always seemed blurry in her memory, but now, Barnard’s features kept sliding into the blank spaces and she was shaking all over.

When he didn’t let her go, she started kicking and hitting, desperate for enough space to breathe. Finally, Barnard’s face twisted in annoyance. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Funny, isn’t it? That random guy gets to touch you, but I can’t? What, am I worse than him?”

Camilla didn’t know who the other man was. She only knew that no one on earth could make her feel as repulsed as Barnard.

She glared at him through gritted teeth. “You are worse. Barnard, you’re the most disgusting person I’ve ever met. Anyone would be better than you.”

That did it. Rage flickered across his face. He tore off his tie, clearly about to tie her up. But Camilla’s hand darted to the nightstand—her fingers closed over the ashtray. Without hesitating, she hurled it at the back of his head with every ounce of strength she had left.

There was a dull thud, and blood trickled immediately from where the ashtray hit.

But she’d barely made it halfway before she slammed right into a solid chest. Her thoughts spun. Through the fog in her brain, she heard a man sigh, gentle and a little amused.

“Second time tonight, Miss Hedgehog.”

The voice was so familiar. Camilla blinked and looked up. The first thing she saw was a sapphire pendant, deep blue and carved in the shape of a lion. For a moment, bright color cut through the blur of her mind.

“Lance?” Camilla whispered, unsure if she was dreaming.

She didn’t wait for his reply. Her fingers wandered to the pendant, pressing into the stone she had carved herself. Its weight, the curve, all of it was unmistakable. Something snapped into place inside her head and she tugged at the pendant, stretching her hand toward Lance.

“You’re my knight, right? Please... take me with you.”

Her voice was soft, small, almost childlike, as if she was too tired to hide how lost and desperate she felt.