You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 154- just one night

When they saw the way their boss looked at his wife, they had nothing else to say.

It turned out the rumors about the boss having an affair were false. Now, it seemed that it was just gossip after all.

But, wasn’t the boss’s wife always at home, focusing on supporting her husband and raising children? When did she get involved in foreign trade?

Dave had been keeping the matter of their divorce under wraps, so aside from a few close friends of both him and Laurent, no one knew they had divorced. Naturally, the senior executives from Washington wouldn’t know that the former Mrs. Washington had returned to her hometown and was now working in the factory’s foreign trade department.

At the dinner, Laurent didn’t drink a single drop of alcohol, not because she didn’t want to, but because Dave wouldn’t let her.

Any time a senior executive from Washington or Mo came to toast her, Dave blocked them and drank on her behalf, one glass after another.

Laurent thought he was pushing it. She wasn’t someone who couldn’t drink at all. She felt that a few glasses of red wine wouldn’t be a problem, but since he insisted on drinking for her, she could only let it happen. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

By the time the banquet was over and everyone had left, Dave was a little tipsy. His eyes, which already carried so much weight, looked even deeper and more profound.

After courteously seeing off the Browns, he leaned into her, his body heavy with the effects of the alcohol.

As the other senior executives left, the banquet hall was left with only her, Dave, and Morrison.

Laurent pushed the drunk man leaning on her, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Dave, get up. It’s time to go home."

It’s worth noting that she was wearing an off-shoulder dress tonight, with her entire shoulder exposed. As he leaned into her, his head tilted, and his face buried into her shoulder, which meant his lips directly pressed against her skin...

No matter how much she pushed or shouted, the person leaning on her showed no response. Laurent could feel the spot where his lips touched her shoulder burning with heat.

Scenes from their past intimacy flashed through her mind, with him leaning over her, kissing her shoulder, and she couldn’t help but feel her face flush as the memories took over.

Morrison, who was standing nearby, squinted and kindly suggested,

"He’s so drunk, why don’t you two just get a room here?"

Laurent shot him a sharp look, and Morrison innocently explained,

"I’m just trying to help. He’s so drunk, if you try to take him home like this, he’ll probably throw up ten times on the way. Then you’ll have to clean up the mess."

Morrison’s suggestion gave Laurent a bit of a headache.

She had experience with taking a drunken Dave home before, and it wasn’t as exaggerated as Morrison described—there wasn’t any throwing up ten times, but he had certainly thrown up on the way at least once.

So, she was now torn between staying here or dragging him home.

If they stayed here, they would have to share a room right under the Browns’ watchful eyes, which would be way too suggestive.

If they went home, the journey itself would be a hassle with him throwing up.

While she was hesitating, Morrison spoke again,

"I’ll go book a room for you. Since I’m still here, I’ll help you get him to the room later."

Before Laurent could even refuse, Morrison was already gone.

Laurent had no choice but to give in. She struggled to support the drunk man and guided him to a nearby sofa in the lounge area, where she helped him lean against it. Then, she adjusted her dress and took several deep breaths.

If he kept clinging to her like that, she feared she might suffocate. His lips were still on her shoulder, and the air around her felt too thin, with no oxygen to spare.

As soon as she placed him on the sofa, he started to stir. Half-lying on the couch, he gazed at her with hazy eyes and muttered,

"Where is this?"

He seemed so drunk that he didn’t even know where he was.

Laurent replied, annoyed,

"We’re still at the hotel!"

Still asking where they were? Thanks to him, they hadn’t even left this room yet!

After Laurent spoke, she planned to go get herself a glass of water. After being dragged around by him and pressed against him, she was sweating and desperately thirsty.

However, she overlooked the supposedly drunk man sitting beside her. Just as she was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going?"

He pulled hard, and since she wasn’t prepared and was wearing high heels, she lost her balance and stumbled right into his arms. He was half-lying there, just in time to catch her completely.

Laurent was practically going to explode with anger. She immediately raised her hand to push him away, but he didn’t let go.

Instead, he pulled her further into his embrace and, with his drunken, hoarse voice, called her name softly.

"Laurent..."

The way he called her made her heart flutter. She pushed him again, more forcefully this time.

"Let go of me!"

Just then, Morrison walked back into the room after booking the room, and upon seeing them in this position, he protested angrily.

"I told you two, are you that eager? Couldn’t you wait until you got to the room?"

Morrison’s words were too blunt, implying that something was about to happen between the two of them. Laurent’s face instantly flushed bright red. She pushed Dave away, stood up, and adjusted her clothes.

Who’s in such a hurry? She and he were only playing the role of a married couple, not actually married!

Morrison walked over and handed the room key card to Laurent.

"Let’s go. I’ll help you get this ’drunk man’ to your room."

Morrison said this with a smirk, glancing at Dave with a teasing look. He deliberately emphasized the words "drunk man." Behind Laurent’s back, Dave shot a fierce glare at Morrison.

Laurent grabbed the room key and hurriedly walked ahead, not wanting to engage with the two behind her.

Morrison "supported" Dave and followed her. With a mischievous grin, Morrison whispered to Dave,

"Take it easy, don’t break the bed!"

He laughed loudly, but since he didn’t want Laurent to hear, he only laughed silently.

As a man himself, Morrison surely understood Dave’s frustration.

After holding back for so long, once he finally got a chance, the bed would probably suffer too.

Dave really wanted to punch Morrison in the face to relieve his frustration. Knowing how difficult it was for him, Morrison still teased him like that.

He could only grit his teeth and quietly warn Morrison,

"Shut up!"

Morrison helped Laurent get Dave back to their room, then threw the drunken, stumbling Dave onto the bed before leaving quickly.

The clock is ticking, don’t waste any time.

After Morrison left, Laurent looked at Dave, who seemed to have passed out on the bed, sighed, and walked over to remove his shoes. She then reached up to loosen his tie.

Her fingers accidentally brushed against his Adam’s apple, making him stir impatiently.

Once she removed his tie, she unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons so he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable while sleeping. She also tugged his shirt free from his waistband, making it easier for him to turn over in his sleep.

The air conditioning in the room was quite strong, so she pulled a light blanket from the side and draped it over him. She planned to let him sleep like this for the night.

When she entered the room earlier, she noticed that Morrison had booked a luxurious room for them. Near the balcony, there was a soft couch. She planned to take a shower, grab the bed and blanket, and sleep on that soft couch instead.

She figured she could make do for just one night, right?