You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 153- Protective Husband

Laurent, standing beside Dave, was startled by Morrison’s sudden outburst. She quickly turned around to look at him.

Morrison had been charging forward, ready to interrogate Dave, but the moment he got a clear look at the woman’s face, he froze in embarrassment.

He examined her closely, his expression shifting from anger to disbelief.

"Laurent?" he asked, his voice full of astonishment.

Morrison was as awkward as one could be in that moment. Thinking back on how he had just angrily confronted Dave for bringing another woman, he felt like an absolute fool.

How could he have missed it? How could he have been so foolish in that moment?

But no, it wasn’t really his fault. If he had to blame anyone, it would be Tina. Her sharp sense of style had uncovered such a stunning side to Laurent.

They say makeup is a woman’s second face, and it seemed that was certainly true here.

Laurent, feeling self-conscious under Morrison’s intense stare, gave a slight, embarrassed smile and greeted him,

"Mr. Morrison..."

She already felt uncomfortable dressed this way, and now with Morrison staring at her in shock, she felt like she wanted to hide somewhere.

Also, truth be told, she wasn’t that familiar with Morrison. Before her divorce with Dave, their interactions had been minimal—just a few meetings and occasional dinners.

After the divorce, Morrison started calling her "Laurent" all the time, and even mentioned something about recognizing her as a "little sister." Laurent felt like he had closed the distance between them unilaterally, leaving her unsure of how to address him now.

She felt like calling him "Morrison" or "Mr. Morrison" was now too distant, especially with him calling her "Laurent" all the time. She wanted to call him "Brother Morrison" since he certainly had that big-brother vibe, but she was worried Dave might strangle her if she did.

Sometimes, people just show up in your life and become a fixed role, destined to play a specific part.

Like Morrison.

Morrison was everything that Dave was, from his looks and charisma to his family background, and in Burg Eltz, there were plenty of women eager to be around him. But for Laurent, her feelings toward him were more akin to those she might have for an older brother.

Then there was Leonardo.

As a rising celebrity and idol, Leonardo was also quite impressive in many ways. But from the time Laurent met him in university until now, no matter how hard she tried, he always remained more like a buddy to her.

None of these men—Morrison, Leonardo—had ever made her feel the way Dave did.

That fluttering feeling, the heart-racing moments, the nervous stammering when she was around him, the way a single look from him could make her blush, and the way she’d miss him so much it kept her awake at night...none of them had given her that.

Laurent thought to herself, maybe this was the difference between love and not loving someone.

As Laurent stood next to Dave, she noticed Morrison looking her up and down in that way he often did. Dave, not happy with the scrutiny, immediately stepped in front of her, blocking Morrison’s gaze with his broad frame.

He raised an eyebrow and asked coldly,

"Weren’t you so full of confidence on the phone just now? What’s the matter, no words now?"

Morrison, ever the smooth talker, laughed it off,

"Lord Washington, you’ve really struck gold with Laurent. The women around me, they look stunning, but once the makeup’s off, they’re unrecognizable. Laurent, though—she’s pure yet can be seductive. Such versatility."

Upon hearing this comparison of Laurent to the women Morrison usually had around him, Dave’s irritation flared,

"Don’t you dare compare her to those women."

He turned and wrapped his arm around Laurent, walking toward their reserved private room, clearly expressing his disdain for the women in Morrison’s circle.

Morrison, frustrated and yelling after Dave, called out,

"Dave, maybe we should start calling you the ’Protective Husband’ from now on!"

He was just complimenting Laurent, saying she looked great both with and without makeup, but Dave didn’t appreciate it at all, dismissing his compliment and disregarding his taste.

Later that evening, the official welcome dinner for the Brown couple was held at the hotel, and many people attended.

Dave planned to invite the Brown couple to a private dinner the following evening at his home, believing that it would help further cement their relationship with them.

Mr. Brown also enjoys fishing. There is a famous reservoir in the suburbs, a paradise for fishing enthusiasts. He plans to arrange a little rest there for the next two days. He believes that this goodwill gesture will solidify the partnership without any problems.

As for the strength of the Washington and Mo companies, Mr. Brown must have already thoroughly investigated and understood them.

Therefore, Dave is very confident about securing this collaboration project.

In fact, for him now, whether or not they land this project is not that important. What matters more is whether he can use this opportunity to win over Laurent.

The dinner officially began when Mr. and Mrs. Brown entered. At first, Mr. and Mrs. Brown almost didn’t recognize Laurent, but then they couldn’t stop praising her beauty. The French are always warm-hearted, and Mr. Brown even invited Laurent to dance a waltz.

When Laurent was in school, she was a core member of the student union’s, skilled in both singing and dancing. Dancing was no challenge for her at all. Although she hadn’t danced in a long time and was a bit out of practice, she quickly got into the groove with Mr. Brown’s lead. The two moved in perfect harmony, dancing gracefully.

The others in the room clapped, and even Mrs. Brown couldn’t help but sigh, "Youth is such a wonderful thing."

However, Dave, who was sitting next to Mrs. Brown, was not as calm. He remained silent with a stern face throughout the performance.

Although he knew that Mr. Brown was a respectable man and that they were just dancing, a form of social interaction, seeing Laurent in Mr. Brown’s arms made him feel uncomfortable, as if a blazing fire was burning inside him.

But he couldn’t show it and could only hope the song would end soon.

Yet Morrison next to him was already rubbing his hands together, eager to try his luck.

"I didn’t expect Laurent to be such a good dancer. I’ll go dance with her next."

Dave snorted coldly.

So, after the song ended, Dave immediately stepped forward to urge everyone to sit down. Morrison angrily protested,

"What are you doing? I still want to dance with Laurent."

"Next time," Dave responded dismissively, but what he really meant was, "Maybe in the next life."

The dinner was lively and pleasant. The senior executives from Washington kept casting glances at Laurent, sitting next to Dave, trying to sneak a closer look at the boss’s wife.

However, they were quickly swept back by Dave’s cold, sharp gaze and didn’t dare to act out of line again.

After a few rounds of drinks, one of the senior executives from Washington, who had drunk too much while sitting next to Morrison, recalled Dave’s forceful establishment of the trade department earlier that day. He decided to ask Morrison about the reason behind it.

"Mr. Morrison, you and our Lord Washington are good brothers. Do you know why our Lord Washington wants to establish a foreign trade department? Could it be that you two have recently landed a good trade deal?"

After Dave left in the morning, the senior executives had a brief discussion about Dave’s intention to set up the foreign trade department. After thinking it over, they figured that Dave, who never made a move without preparation, must have secured a good project, which was why he was so determined to establish the department.

Morrison chuckled when he heard this.

"He wants to set up a foreign trade department?"

Another senior executive from Washington chimed in, "It’s already been established!"

Morrison glanced at Dave from a distance with a knowing look.

"Ah, a hero can’t win against the power of a beautiful woman."