You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 155-Don’t touch me!

After settling Dave, Laurent went to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature and take a shower.

Dave on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear, without a trace of drunkenness.

His eyes landed on the frosted glass door of the bathroom not far away. Nowadays, hotels prefer using this semi-transparent style for their bathrooms, which is quite seductive. A woman’s silhouette faintly appeared on the glass door.

He felt a surge of heat rush to one place in his body, and in a flurry, he threw off the thin blanket covering him.

He had deliberately drunk so much and pretended to be drunk tonight just to have the chance to be in the same room as her. Fortunately, Morrison didn’t mess up and understood his intentions.

Laurent took a shower, dried her hair, and put on the hotel bathrobe. She also washed her underwear, as she hadn’t expected to stay in a hotel today and hadn’t brought any spare clothes.

She was used to wearing clean clothes every day, and it felt uncomfortable if she didn’t wash them.

She planned to blow-dry them after washing, at least drying them halfway so they’d be dry by the morning. So, after washing, she stayed inside and continued drying with the hairdryer.

Dave waited outside for a while, growing impatient.

Although he knew he couldn’t do what he wanted when she came out, at least he could watch her.

Right now, she was rejecting him with such an attitude. Although he longed for the intimacy with her, he knew that he couldn’t force it. Besides, the role of playing husband and wife hadn’t been completed yet; if he scared her off, he wouldn’t be able to continue.

After waiting for a while and still not seeing her come out, he furrowed his brows, thought for a moment, then got up and took off his shirt and pants, heading toward the bathroom.

He couldn’t force her, but if she took the initiative, of course, he’d welcome it.

Back when they were still married, she hadn’t been without her own desires for his body. Although he had mostly been the one initiating things in bed, there were times when she had also playfully teased him. He didn’t believe that, after such a short time, she could suddenly become so indifferent.

Meanwhile, Laurent was leisurely drying her intimate clothes in the bathroom. She wasn’t in a hurry because she thought Dave had drunk himself to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She jumped, hurriedly turned off the hairdryer, and asked,

"What’s wrong?"

Outside, Dave’s voice sounded uneasy.

"I feel like I’m going to vomit..."

"Huh?"

Laurent quickly dropped the hairdryer, but the small item she was holding, she didn’t know where to put in her panic. As she was anxious, Dave urged again,

"I can’t hold it much longer!"

Fearing he might vomit on the floor, she rushed to hang the item on a nearby towel rack and quickly opened the door for him.

As soon as the door opened, he rushed in and half-squatted by the toilet, gagging uncomfortably.

Laurent took a look and immediately had the impulse to kick him out.

She remembered that she had clearly just removed her tie for him. When did he take off his shirt and trousers by himself...?

That was so cheeky!

Laurent had thought that if he were vomiting, she would go over and pat him on the back, but now that he was naked, she didn’t even consider offering that gesture, and even looking at him felt like torture.

Dave hadn’t actually wanted to throw up; he had simply found an excuse to come inside and see what she was doing.

After pretending to gag a few times, he stood up and walked to the sink to wash his hands. When he raised his hand to grab a towel to wipe them, he noticed a small item belonging to her on the towel rack.

A mysterious and sexy black object, delicate and soul-etching.

And then, from that, his mind wandered to her bathrobe and the fact that she wore nothing underneath. Something else began to stir.

His eyes blazed with desire, and he slowly turned his gaze toward Laurent. She sensed the danger in his eyes and took a step back to escape, but he grabbed her and pinned her against the bathroom glass door, his kisses raining down on her.

Laurent struggled as her bathrobe was torn open and his hands slipped inside.

She struggled harder, pushing against him with all her might. The two kissed for what felt like an eternity, until suddenly his grip loosened. Laurent thought he was going to let her go, but in the next second, he caught her hand and pressed it toward the source of his growing desire.

After five years of sharing the same bed, Laurent knew exactly what he wanted her to do. She pulled her hand back with all her strength, but he pulled her lips into a fierce kiss. Laurent had no room to resist and could only surrender to him.

Her hands were sore when he finally released her.

For Dave, this had been a long-awaited, deeply desired, and carefully planned encounter. Although it wasn’t the most conventional approach, it still brought him a sense of satisfaction.

It seemed that when a person’s longing reached its peak, even the soft touch of her hand could be enough to replace everything else.

At the moment he couldn’t endure the torment any longer and kissed her with all his might, there was a fleeting moment when his rationality was overwhelmed by an intense desire to possess her completely. But her resistance brought him back to his senses at the last second.

For Laurent, however, this was an experience of anger and humiliation. She was so enraged that she pushed him away and ran out of the bathroom in fury.

Dave took a shower in the bathroom, put on a bathrobe, and left.

The lights in the bedroom were all turned off, except for the hallway light near the bathroom. With the dim light from the hallway, Dave glanced over and saw a slender figure wrapped in a blanket, lying with her back to him on the soft couch by the window.

He stood still for a moment, then walked over to her.

Sitting on the chair beside her, he looked at her back and spoke softly.

"I know what you’re thinking, but I want to tell you, I never meant to belittle or humiliate you."

Dave could almost guess what was going through her mind—she probably thought that there was no relationship between them anymore and that what he did was meant to humiliate her.

He tried to explain himself.

"A man having a physical reaction to the woman he loves isn’t some unforgivable sin, is it?"

His words, "the woman I love," made Laurent’s eyelashes tremble, though her eyes were closed.

When had she become the woman he loved?

Hadn’t she always been the woman he despised?

Seeing that she had been lying there with her back to him, unmoving and silent, Dave knew she wasn’t asleep. He stepped forward, reaching out to turn her toward him so they could face each other.

However, the moment his hand touched her arm, she fiercely resisted, jerking his hand away.

"Don’t touch me!"

She sat up immediately, her anger flaring as she shouted at him.

"It’s your issue if you have a physical reaction, but why should I—why should I..."

Laurent had originally intended to accuse him of his wrongdoing, but by the time she reached the end of her sentence, she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

The memory of what had just happened in the bathroom only fueled her anger. She had grabbed a pillow earlier to lie down, but now, in her frustration, she yanked it from behind her and hurled it at him, hoping to vent her rage.

However, it was just a pillow, and with barely any force behind it, it was nothing more than a weak gesture. Dave effortlessly caught it in midair and, with a resigned expression, said:

"I think we need to have a conversation—"

Laurent cut him off, still seething.

"I have nothing to say to you!"