You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 122- go out with me

Morrison thought,

Has the little girl been scared by him?

He had no choice but to say:

"Where are you now? I’ll come find you."

Why was he teasing a young girl like this, someone who was clearly still on the verge of blossoming? He guessed she probably didn’t understand anything about relationships and the ambiguity between men and women.

In this situation, if it were a more mature woman, his flirtation would have made her immediately understand his intentions.

But she would only be scared, probably quite badly, and might even think of him as some sort of libertine.

Alright, he admitted that when he had said that she should come over to his house, it was because for a brief moment, his mind had wandered to her figure.

When he noticed a woman, the first thing he noticed was her body.

The last time they bumped into each other at the restaurant, when he paid for her meal, he suddenly realized the little girl had quite a good figure, probably a C-cup, with a slender waist.

That’s why he had commented to Dave that she was growing even more stunning.

"I’m at school..."

The girl’s voice on the other end was a bit hesitant, but in the end, she made up her mind. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"You tell me your address, and I’ll come over to your house. It’s inconvenient to talk at school."

Inconvenient to talk at school?

Morrison’s curiosity was piqued, but he still quickly gave her his address.

After she got the address, the girl hung up, leaving Morrison at home, unable to remain calm after being teased.

What could she want with him? Why was it inconvenient to talk at school?

About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Morrison saw Lilian on the video phone, arriving to meet him.

She was dressed in a simple outfit—light blue denim shorts and a loose white T-shirt, the hem of the T-shirt casually tied in a knot at her waist, subtly revealing a small, slender waist.

She looked fresh and clean, which perfectly matched her temperament.

Morrison opened the door for her.

Lilian had also gathered all her courage to make this phone call to Morrison.

Over the past few days, she had thought it over and concluded that among the people she knew, Morrison was the most suitable to be with her in a romantic relationship.

Burg Eltz. Everyone knew that he was skilled with women.

So, he had a wealth of experience in relationships. She had zero experience, so when it came to dating, he would be in full control, and there would be no awkwardness because of her lack of experience.

Moreover, with his flirtatious nature, once their relationship ended, he wouldn’t hold onto her, and definitely wouldn’t linger around, so there would be no hassle.

Though he was older than her—she was 22, and he was about 32, the same age as her brother—she really had no other choice, and age difference didn’t matter much to her.

After all, it was just a relationship, not a lifelong commitment. If there was a generation gap, it could be ignored for now.

When he had asked her to come over to his place on the phone earlier, it had indeed scared her. She hadn’t expected him to be so... frivolous...

For a moment, she thought about backing out, but then she felt it was too late to give up. She had mustered the courage to make this call, taken this step, so backing out now felt regretful. So, she pushed herself to come.

Lilian stood nervously and awkwardly at the door, while Morrison, in a black home outfit, looked even more handsome and distinguished, exuding a sense of nobility.

When Morrison opened the door, he was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and soft, soothing music played in the background.

Seeing her nervous appearance, he couldn’t help but ask:

"Are you going to stand there at the door?"

Lilian swallowed nervously, raising her eyes to survey the spacious apartment, which was heavily influenced by a masculine style. She felt hesitant to step inside...

So she continued to stand at the door, unwilling to move.

Morrison leaned against the doorframe, watching her, a wicked smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I going to eat you or something?"

Lilian bit her lip, feeling helpless.

Morrison’s gaze slid from her delicate little face down to the V-neck of her T-shirt, briefly catching sight of the subtle cleavage before turning, glass in hand, to head inside. As he did, he casually remarked:

"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you, considering your brother’s face."

His words eased Lilian’s tension, and she stepped into the apartment behind him.

In her moment of nervousness, she had forgotten that he was good friends with her brother Dave. As he’d just said, he wouldn’t do anything to her in consideration of Dave.

Once inside, Morrison sat down on the sofa, crossing his long legs elegantly. Sipping his wine, he continued to watch Lilian.

His eyes, both deep and captivating, also carried a touch of provocative aggression.

Being looked at like that, Lilian suddenly felt a wave of danger and an urge to escape.

She had never been alone with Morrison like this before. Whenever they met, it was usually with her brother Dave around, and she would simply greet them before leaving.

Before, she had only observed from afar, thinking that he was always smiling and gentle with people, and that he would be easy to approach, which was why she chose him.

But now, why did she feel so afraid of him?

After finishing a glass of wine, Morrison had almost fully appraised the young girl. He placed the glass on the table and spoke:

"Weren’t you going to ask me something?"

Lilian stood there, gripping the strap of her crossbody bag tightly, and with all her courage, she spoke:

"Morrison... could you... could you... go out with me?"

Sigh, even though he was a playboy, saying this still took a lot of courage.

By the end, Lilian’s face had turned red, and she lowered her head, too shy to look at Morrison’s expression.

Morrison was also taken aback. After a moment, his dark eyes softened as he gazed at the girl whose head was almost touching the floor. He asked casually:

"I didn’t hear you wrong, did I?"

"If you don’t agree, that’s fine... but please, please don’t tell my brother!"

Lilian grabbed her bag to cover her face, not directly answering his question but nervously explaining:

If he didn’t agree, and later told her brother that she came to him about dating, she would probably end up in serious trouble.

Morrison was amused by her childish behavior. He stood up and walked over, gently taking her bag from her hands.

They were suddenly very close, his firm chest right in front of her. Lilian had never been so close to a man before. Her face flushed, her heart raced, and she found herself struggling to breathe, too scared to move, standing there like a statue.

It was his deep, pleasant voice that came to her ear:

"If I agree... are you not afraid of your brother finding out?"