Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 359

Barnard climbed out of his car and made a beeline for Camilla. He’d tailed Lance’s car all the way here, and now he was staring straight at her, eyes never leaving her face.

His intent gaze was seriously getting on Camilla’s nerves. She pulled Jasper behind her, then spoke up, her patience wearing thin. “What are you doing here?”

Barnard didn’t answer her question. Instead, he snapped, “Camilla, I called you so many times. Why wouldn’t you pick up?”

Camilla shot him a sideways look, her expression oozing with the kind of annoyance reserved for someone especially clueless. “Are you kidding me? We’re divorced, remember? Who in their right mind would answer endless calls from their ex?”

Last night, and even this morning, her phone had blown up with calls from unknown numbers. The moment she blocked one, a new number would call. It wasn’t hard to figure out who was behind it all.

She knew it was Barnard and refused to answer. What she didn’t expect was for him to actually chase her down and show up in person.

Barnard’s gaze flicked down, landing on Jasper’s small hand holding onto Lance. Jealousy flashed across his face, but even more obvious was how much he disapproved.

Getting upset at Camilla was one thing, but that kid? He wasn’t even old. Back when Jasper was living with the Carter family, Barnard had made sure the boy never lacked anything. As far as he was concerned, he’d done his part. Jasper should at least feel a little attached. But now?

The kid had only been away from the Carter family for a few days and already acted like he belonged to Lance’s side. Talk about disloyal.

Camilla caught Barnard staring and instinctively pulled Jasper closer, extra protective now. “If you don’t have anything important to say, just back off. You’re killing the vibe.”

The way she said it made it clear she saw Barnard as nothing more than an eyesore.

A sour ache twisted in Barnard’s chest, but he didn’t pick a fight with Camilla. Instead, he turned to face Lance. “Lance, come on. We all know each other here. Are you really going to keep going until my family has nothing left?”

“So what, you tracked me down just to scold me?” Lance’s smile was mocking, and he cocked an eyebrow at Barnard. “But from the second you walked in, all you did was interrogate my partner. Forgive me for not feeling your sincerity.”

He wasn’t in a hurry. Standing tall and confident, Lance’s very presence made Barnard’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Since the split with Camilla, the Carter family’s finances were barely holding together. Losing those projects now was the last straw. They were running out of moves.

Barnard was only here because Calvin insisted he stop Lance. Calvin even said, if things got desperate, maybe they could swallow their pride and ask Camilla for help.

But Barnard could never stomach that. After all these years of playing the hero, swooping in to save Camilla whenever she was at her lowest, he was used to looking down at her from a pedestal. He couldn’t imagine groveling for forgiveness.

Even now, all he could do was try to force her hand, hoping to keep her tied to him with threats instead of genuine kindness.

Lance finally spoke, clear and direct. “I don’t waste time on people who aren’t honest. If you can’t understand that, let me spell it out. You insulted my partner earlier. If you want me to let your family off, you’ll apologize to her and get her forgiveness—or there’s nothing else to say.”

Barnard stared at the ground, rage swirling in his eyes. Lance wasn’t just pushing him—he was humiliating him, right in front of Camilla.