You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 140-Dream on!

In the past, she would always compliment his physique, saying he had no excess fat and that his body made her want to do... *things* with him. She had even teased him once, joking about his... well-endowed "attributes."

It almost drove him mad, and he insisted on questioning her about where she’d learned such an inappropriate term.

She refused to answer, and that night, he made sure she paid for it, tormenting her on the bed until she was crying and begging for mercy.

She didn’t even remember how she had learned that word. Anyone who spent a lot of time online, especially those who read romance novels, knew about it.

So, now, seeing him standing there like this in front of her, Laurent immediately saw through his intentions.

Fortunately, after seeing his body so many times in the past, she had built up a bit of resistance.

Though her face was still flushed with discomfort, she tried to maintain a sense of dignity and protested,

"Could you please put on a shirt?"

Dave stood in front of her, his dark eyes gleaming as he smiled at her.

"It’s too hot, and this is more comfortable."

Laurent was furious.

"If it’s too hot, then turn on the air conditioning!"

He had a response ready for everything.

"Isn’t it a little early to turn on the air conditioning?"

As he said this, he took a step closer to her. Laurent could smell the alcohol on him, and she immediately sensed the danger.

However, she was quick on her feet. She raised her eyes to meet his, gave him a once-over, then looked at him with disdain.

"Dave, it’s only been a few days, but it looks like you’ve gained some weight?"

Dave’s enthusiasm was completely extinguished by her remark about him gaining weight. Surely, no man could accept a woman telling him that he had put on weight, especially when that woman was the one he loved.

Moreover, his body hadn’t gained weight; he was still confident in his physique.

Seeing her avoid making eye contact with him, he realized she was doing this intentionally to provoke him.

Not willing to back down, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his lean waist. His voice was hoarse as he said,

"Where have I gained weight? Feel it for yourself—"

"Dave!"

Laurent was furious at his cheeky behavior. The moment her palm touched his firm waist, she trembled.

Her mind instantly recalled countless nights when her hands had gripped that waist, clinging to his body.

Struggling in anger, he tightened his grip and pulled her into his arms. His bare arms surrounded her, and the scent of their freshly showered bodies mingled in the air. His breath became hot as he whispered in her ear,

"Didn’t you say I gained weight? Tell me where I’ve gained it, and I’ll go work out."

Facing his teasing, Laurent didn’t remain unaffected.

Having shared a bed with him for five years, she knew all of his sensitive spots. For example, the way he deliberately whispered near her earlobe made her body melt.

She had loved him for five years, both her heart and body accepting and desiring him.

Though she had tried to distance her emotions, her body responded instinctively, as it always had.

However, her reason still held strong.

Raising her eyes to meet his, she suppressed the trembling in her chest and gave him a seductive smile as she teased,

"Are you sure you want me to try and feel it?"

Dave, already somewhat dazed from their intimate closeness, felt his mind fog over even more when she gave him that smile. His brain was deprived of oxygen, and he tightened his hold on her, responding heavily,

"Mm..."

"Well then, I’m going to touch it."

Laurent continued to smile, and after saying this playfully, her small hands began to wander across his body.

Starting from his lean waist, slowly moving upward, she traced the wide, firm muscles of his back. After making a circle around his shoulders, she moved to his strong chest, and then slid down toward his stomach. Her soft hands felt like slippery snakes, leaving a trail of shivers over Dave’s body, and he couldn’t help but break out in goosebumps.

His entire body tensed with anticipation, and his breathing became more labored as desire intensified in his gaze.

But at that moment, Laurent suddenly pushed him away, her face turning cold as she sharply said,

"Good night!"

She quickly dashed into the bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it.

When Dave regained his senses, he realized she had tricked him.

He looked down at the source of his pain, his body aching, and gave a helpless smile. He knew it. How could she be that obedient? She had been waiting for him here all along.

This heartless little woman—she teased him like that and then left him hanging. Didn’t she worry she’d drive him crazy?

He turned to head back to the bedroom, but then, not willing to give up and still craving her touch, he returned to her bedroom door and knocked.

Inside, Laurent had just managed to calm herself. Then he started knocking again. Annoyed, she didn’t want to deal with him. She pulled the covers over herself, ignoring his persistent knocking.

But he wouldn’t give up, knocking steadily. By now, it was late at night, and Laurent was so tired her eyes were barely open. Growing irritated, she sat up and snapped at him,

"What is it?"

"Open the door."

His hoarse voice came from outside, still carrying that intensity that hadn’t quite cooled.Laurent yelled out loudly,

"Dream on!"

She wasn’t stupid. If she opened the door for him now, wouldn’t that just be waiting to be consumed by him?

His voice came through again, this time tinged with a hint of helplessness,

"Can’t you just cooperate with me a little and solve this?"

Dave thought to himself that he wasn’t asking for much—he just wanted to hold her, kiss her, and then he’d take care of the rest himself.

Laurent was on the verge of going mad with his shameless words. She grabbed the tissue box from the bedside table and threw it at the door, shouting in frustration,

"Dave, get the hell away from me!"

Outside, Dave, frustrated and suffering both physically and emotionally, angrily responded,

"You’ll regret this!"

Then he turned and left.

Dave gritted his teeth. One day, when he finally got what he wanted from her, he would make sure to make up for all the torment of tonight.

The rest of the night passed with both of them in their separate spaces, each left to their own devices.