You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 142- a weary heart

Laurent, "..."

As she was lost for words, she saw him lift the blanket and sit up from the bed.

After five years of marriage, she had a pretty good understanding of his body. She knew exactly what he looked like when he was in a state of discomfort, and she was very clear on how he appeared when he was aroused. The scene after he threw off the blanket made her face turn red instantly. Instinctively, she backed away to the door and turned her eyes away.

If his current proud and erect state was somehow caused by her holding something back, that would be pure nonsense.

If he had a problem with his health, he probably wouldn’t even be able to get up, right?

Dave walked toward the bathroom in the master bedroom and casually instructed the person hiding outside the door.

"After you drop off the Browns at their hotel, come with me to the hospital."

Laurent peeked her head through the door, glaring at him in frustration.

"Are you going to see a urologist?"

He replied seriously.

"Of course. If there really is a problem, you’ll have to take responsibility for me and for the happiness of my later years!"

Laurent felt that his ability to turn things around was truly unmatched in history. He had gotten himself into that situation, yet he was trying to blame her?

What did that have to do with her?

Besides, it was he who asked her to touch him!

She rolled her eyes and mockingly said,

"If there’s really a problem, do you think you’ll still have happiness in your later years?"

He grinned mischievously.

"Maybe you’re the best aphrodisiac, and you’ll cure me instantly."

Laurent was completely infuriated by his shameless words and turned to leave the doorway of his bedroom.

Since last night, he had been acting like a rogue, taking advantage of her in various ways. Did he plan to continue treating her like this, with such shamelessness, for the next few days?

Dave quickly finished washing up, dressed in a sleek gray suit. He was tall and straight, calm and composed, with a sharp, handsome face that exuded a quiet pressure.

Laurent had been waiting in the living room. When he came out, she glanced at him and then turned away, getting up to leave with him.

She had to admit that in formal attire, he was really captivating. His every move seemed to carry an innate elegance, exuding a magnetic charm.

She had fallen for him the first time she saw him in that suit. Over the next five years of their marriage, it became her favorite thing to care for his suits and shirts, fold his ties, and tie them for him.

The first time she saw him was in Daniel’s hospital room. She had been chatting with Daniel, and he had come to visit after returning from a business trip.

With just one glance, she was captivated.

She remembered the first thing she said to him, full of surprise and admiration. She called out to him,

"Washington, senior?"

At that time, his attention was entirely on Daniel in the hospital bed. Hearing her, he looked at her with sharp eyes, studied her face, then frowned and spoke impatiently.

"Do we know each other?"

She was taken aback by his cold gaze.

"No, no, it’s not—"

"It’s just me who knows you. I’m also a student at D University, and your achievements have been widely known on campus. The student council still uses your photo for promotion..."

She finally gathered the courage to explain, but he just gave her another look and then ignored her.

He had been outstanding during his time at school, excelling in every aspect. After graduation, he single-handedly saved the Washington family business and generously donated to his alma mater. Such a remarkable figure would likely remain a fixture on the school’s promotional boards for decades to come.

"What are you thinking about?"

Just as she was lost in those memories, Dave had already arrived in front of her.

Laurent snapped back to the present but didn’t answer his question. Instead, she said,

"Let’s go."

Then she led the way out.

Could she tell him she was recalling the first time they met? Even if she did, he probably wouldn’t remember. Back then, he hadn’t even noticed her; he probably didn’t even remember when they first met.

"Wait."

Dave stopped her, his gaze falling on the dress she was wearing.

"You’re going to meet the Browns in that dress?"

Laurent lowered her eyes to glance at her clothes.

"Is there a problem?"

She was wearing a simple, pale-colored dress, something like a light grayish white.

Since starting work at the factory, her wardrobe had consisted of only black, white, and gray—colors that were most appropriate for her office environment.

Dave was clearly dissatisfied. He moved in front of her and steered her toward the changing room.

"French people are romantic and passionate. You should wear something more vibrant."

Laurent was displeased.

"Then why don’t you wear something more vibrant?"

He snorted coldly.

"Do you think it makes sense for a grown man like me to wear a brightly colored suit? Besides, that’s not my style."

Laurent retorted.

"That’s not my style either."

Dave led her into the changing room, his eyes fixed on her as his voice grew slow and deep.

"How is it not your style? Didn’t you used to love wearing bright clothes? The first time I saw you, you were wearing a yellow dress." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

That first impression had led Dave to always pick brighter-colored clothes for her whenever he went on business trips. He thought it suited her age and her personality.

Laurent had just been thinking that he probably didn’t even remember when they first met, but here he was, recalling that she wore a yellow dress the first time they met.

She did wear a yellow dress, a cheerful and bright one.

But back then, what was her age and mindset? Carefree, unaware of the world, and clueless about emotions, her face always full of smiles.

With that kind of face, she could naturally wear any color.

But now? Now, she felt like an experienced woman with a weary heart, even though she was only twenty-eight. So, when shopping for clothes, she inevitably chose those in duller colors.