Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 380

“We finally managed to get you away from the Carter family. After all you went through, I haven’t forgotten a thing. All I want is for you to live peacefully, not to be caught up in constant competition or stress.”

As Elise spoke, the soft sounds from the kitchen drifted over, blending with the gentle smell of home-cooked food. The noise pulled her attention away from the conversation. Her gaze naturally settled on Lance.

She knew Lance had always treated Camilla well, even before the divorce. He was the one who always stood up for her. But after everything that happened with Barnard, Elise truly believed girls like them, from ordinary families, had it rough trying to fit in with the wealthy. She didn’t want to see her daughter go through those struggles again.

And then there was Tessa, with her surprise visits, always leaving Elise with a headache just thinking about her.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I trust Lance. He won't let me deal with all that nonsense alone,” Camilla said, her voice gentle. “And about that stuff his mom told you, don’t take it seriously. Lance listens to his heart, not hers.”

Whenever Camilla talked about Lance, there was a hint of pride and warmth. Elise was starting to realize nothing anyone else said would shake what Camilla and Lance had. Jasper felt the same way—completely sure of their decision.

With her daughter and grandson so united, Elise still had her worries, but she tried to push them back, to believe in these people she loved.

She patted Camilla’s hand lightly and took a quick glance at the kitchen. “Alright, I know what you want. I’ll just sit here a bit longer. Go help him.”

Camilla nodded, reminded Jasper to keep Elise company, then headed into the kitchen.

Lance already had two dishes ready—simple, light, the kind the doctor recommended. All the ingredients laid out were the things Elise liked best. Camilla’s heart warmed at the care he’d taken. She started to roll up her sleeves to help, but Lance reached out and stopped her.

“Camilla, I've got this. When I have the time, let me do it. You really don't need to worry about dinner,” he said.

With the staff off for the afternoon, Lance was alone in there, but somehow he kept everything tidy and under control. His hands, always busy at a keyboard or with a pen, were just as skilled at the stove.

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