You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 127-None of your business

Dave took the initiative to invite her.

"Let’s have a meal together. My treat."

Before Laurent could respond, he glanced at his watch and muttered to himself,

"I thought you got off work at 5:30, so I’ve been waiting here since then..."

Laurent recalled checking the time before shutting down her computer—it had been around seven. After packing up, she had gone to the restroom and then walked from the office building to the main entrance. By now, it was already past seven.

That meant he had been waiting at the door for over an hour...

She glanced at him again. His expression seemed somewhat aggrieved, but remembering that she had just been sprayed all over with black by Clark, she completely lost any desire to interact with him.

Moreover, she was in no mood to even think about the favor he wanted from her. So she declined,

"I don’t think I can be of much help to you. You’d better find someone else."

Saying this, she was about to leave when Dave stepped in front of her.

"You can help! Only you can. No one else will work."

His words were sincere, his attitude earnest. Laurent had no choice but to stop, though she still seemed a little disinterested.

"Then at least tell me what it is first."

"Do you really think this is the right place to talk? And it’s not something that can be explained in just a few words."

Dave gestured for her to look around before saying,

"Get in the car first. It’s just a meal together—I’m not going to eat you."

With that, he walked toward the car ahead of her and opened the door for her.

Laurent rolled her eyes behind his back. Not eating her? As if he hadn’t already done that before. That trip to Japan, the forced kisses—those were more than enough to leave her with a lasting sense of unease around him.

Still, after glancing at their surroundings, she reluctantly got in.

She didn’t believe she could be of any help to him, nor did she want any more interaction with him, but compared to standing here and wasting time, getting away from this place as soon as possible seemed like the best option.

After all, she was in the middle of a storm right now. If someone from the factory happened to see them together, she’d have an even harder time explaining herself.

Once in the car, Laurent called her mother, telling her that she’d be eating out and would be home later.

She didn’t mention that she was with Dave, nor did she bring up the rumors she’d been facing at work these past few days.

The divorce had already broken her parents’ hearts. She didn’t want to make them worry about her any further. Now, whatever they said, she simply obeyed. That was why she even agreed to the blind dates her father had arranged for her without her consent.

She thought, as a daughter, making her parents happy was the greatest form of filial piety.

So, as long as it pleased them, she would do whatever they wanted.

Dave drove her to a restaurant and parked in front of it. Once they were seated inside, Laurent immediately asked,

"What exactly do you want?"

But Dave’s attention was entirely on the menu.

"Let’s order first. It’s already so late, and we haven’t even had dinner yet."

Laurent had no choice but to let him order first.

She hadn’t eaten either, but with so much on her mind, she didn’t even feel hungry. So when it came to ordering, she simply picked a few dishes without much enthusiasm.

Dave glanced at her from across the table and added a few more dishes himself.

As they waited for the food, Laurent asked again,

"So, what exactly is this about?"

Sitting down for a meal with him like this felt incredibly awkward. Could he just get to the point already? If she couldn’t help, she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Honestly, even if she could help, she wouldn’t.

Dave took a sip of water and said,

"Can you at least let me eat first?"

Laurent: "..."

When the food arrived and they had eaten enough —at least by her standards—she couldn’t hold back any longer and asked again,

"Can you tell me now?"

By enough , she meant her own appetite, which really wasn’t much—she had only taken a few bites.

Dave looked at the plate in front of her, then at the nearly untouched dishes on the table. Still, he didn’t bring up why he had asked to see her. Instead, he said, 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Eat a little more. You’ve lost quite a bit of weight."

Laurent had lost quite a bit of weight. She had been working herself to the bone lately, and just the other day, when she pulled out some old clothes, she realized her pants were now an entire size too big. That was when she finally stepped on the scale and saw that she had lost six or seven pounds.

She had never been a particularly heavy person to begin with, and losing this much weight had made Cassy worry endlessly. For the past few days, Cassy had been making all kinds of nourishing soups for her, hoping to help her regain her strength.

But no matter how much weight she lost, what did it have to do with him ?

She didn’t need his concern, didn’t need him checking up on her.

She didn’t need his care—neither for her well-being nor for her health.

Dave had obviously noticed how much weight she had lost, which was exactly why he was deliberately dragging out the conversation—just so she would eat a little more.

A slim figure might be attractive, but being too thin wasn’t.

Balance was key.

And right now, he felt she had crossed into too thin .

But Laurent had no appetite, and the more he urged her to eat with that concerned tone of his, the less she wanted to.

His concern, no matter how well-intended, made her deeply uncomfortable.

A man who once said he would never love you suddenly claimed that he did.

A man who had never cared about you was now checking up on you, worrying over your well-being.

It felt as out of place as a winter coat in summer, a fan in the dead of winter, an umbrella on a clear, sunny day—completely unnecessary.

She put her chopsticks down and lowered her head to check her pager for client emails. He could speak whenever he wanted—she wasn’t going to chase for answers.

Dave grew frustrated with her stubbornness.

"If you’re upset with me, that’s fine, but don’t mess with your own health over it."

Laurent didn’t even look up.

"I’m not upset with you. I really just can’t eat."

How full of himself did he have to be to think she was that affected by him? If she had taken every opportunity to be mad at him, she would’ve died of anger long ago.

Dave put his chopsticks down and stared at her.

"What’s going on? You look completely downcast."

Laurent kept her eyes on her phone, pretending not to hear him, ignoring his concern.

She wanted to ask, Why don’t you go ask your precious sweetheart what good deeds she’s been up to?

But then again, she had no actual proof that Clark was behind all of this. It was just a gut feeling, a woman’s intuition, and the way Maggie had reacted that made her suspect Maggie was acting under someone’s orders.

If she brought it up now, and he dismissed it just like last time—so sure that Clark wasn’t that kind of person—then wouldn’t she just be humiliating herself all over again?

So no, she wouldn’t say a word.