Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 505

At seven the next morning, Barnard reappeared at Camilla's door. This time, he brought along several personal shoppers carrying designer gowns and shoes, creating quite a spectacle.

The moment she opened the door, the entourage filed in, lining up in front of her.

"What are you doing now?" Camilla demanded.

Barnard smiled. "Have you forgotten? You used to be so cooperative. Whenever we attended galas, you always wanted me to pick your outfits. I had them bring up a few pieces that would look stunning on you. Come take a look."

Camilla caught the implication instantly, her tone turning icy. "You expect me to attend a gala with you as your date?"

"Why are you acting so shocked?" Barnard beamed. "You're my girlfriend now. Isn't this expected?"

"Girlfriend? That's just a pathetic, delusional game you're playing in your head. I have no interest in parading around some party with you. Go find Davina."

The shoppers exchanged surprised glances as the argument unfolded, some unable to hide their amusement.

Barnard didn't shy away from the audience. "Are you still bothered by Davina? Don't worry, I've made things perfectly clear with her. She won't be an issue anymore."

"You cut ties with her?" Camilla asked.

When Barnard was infatuated with Davina, he had made sure the whole world knew. Every project his family touched was put on the back burner if Davina needed something. No matter what she did wrong, he fiercely protected her. How much time had really passed for his undying love to simply vanish?

"I wouldn't call it cutting ties. I just confused gratitude with love. Now that I know the difference, I won't cross any lines with her again. You don't need to worry about her, Camilla. I promise, she can't threaten your position."

His sheer audacity made Camilla want to laugh. She had almost thought he might have changed, but he was exactly the same. When he claimed to love Davina, he flat-out refused to divorce Camilla. Now that his feelings for Davina had cooled, he still wouldn't cut her off completely. He was always hedging his bets, only ever caring about himself.

Camilla felt a wave of suffocation, her gaze dropping to absolute zero. "Do I even have a choice? You keep rambling about fixing our relationship, but all I see is you threatening and forcing me at every turn. If this is how you're going to behave, then these seven days won't change my mind. There's no point in wasting our time."

Barnard straightened up, his fingers tapping methodically against the armrest of his wheelchair. His eyes darkened slightly as if he was genuinely considering her words.

After a long pause, he spoke. "If I treat you well, will you change your mind?"

Before she could answer, he supplied it himself. "You won't, will you? You never planned on giving me a chance from the start. If you refuse to give me your heart, then I'll just have to claim you physically first. Seven days is more than enough time to show everyone that you belong to me. Tell me, Camilla... if the Charles family finds out you're in Valdoria, making high-profile appearances with your ex-husband, do you think they'll still accept you?"

The tires of his wheelchair screeched against the carpet as he closed the distance between them. He reached out to stroke her cheek, but his seated height made the gesture fall short. Still, his eyes remained locked on her face, burning with a predatory gaze that felt suffocatingly real.

Only then did Camilla realize exactly what sick game he was playing.