You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 156-time can never return

Laurent then raised her hand, pulled the thin blanket over herself, and turned to lie down, her back to him, clearly refusing to engage in any so-called "conversation."

Seeing her attitude, Dave stood up and walked away. A few seconds later, he turned around, sneaking back to sit down again.

"If you have nothing to say to me, then I’ll speak instead," he said.

Laurent, with her back to him, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, ignoring him completely.

Dave continued talking anyway.

"I admit, when we first got married, I didn’t feel anything for you, and I didn’t have high hopes for our marriage. Do you know why?"

Laurent remained silent, unwilling to respond. He was free to talk to himself if he wanted.

In the dimly lit room, Dave looked at her back and slowly spoke again.

"Because, at that time, to me, you were just a young girl fresh out of school, without any experience of hardship or society’s grind. The ’love’ you spoke of was just a blind obsession with me—a fleeting, passionate infatuation, what you’d call ’puppy love.’ It wouldn’t last, so it wasn’t the mature love and marriage I was looking for."

He paused for a moment, then, with a tone tinged with some bitterness, continued.

"Now, looking back, I was right. You were just a passing infatuation. After the initial passion faded, you just wanted to get a divorce."

Laurent was furious.

At first, when he analyzed his initial rejection of her, she was actually somewhat moved. For them, this kind of dissection of his feelings was a first. Even after five years of sharing a bed, they had never discussed anything like this before.

Laurent had to admit, his words made her consider things from his perspective. She thought there was some truth to what he said. After all, at that time, he had suffered from a failed relationship with Clark, which made him cautious about love and marriage, unwilling to offer promises or commitment easily. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

And she, at that moment, had barged into his life. It was only natural that he doubted his feelings for her, especially when he wasn’t in the right place for love. She had sometimes resented his coldness in the past, but now, hearing his explanation, she found herself a little more understanding.

But then his next words, claiming that she was just a fleeting infatuation, and the way he said it so pitifully, made her so angry that she suddenly sat up, her eyes blazing with fiery rage. She glared at him with pure fury, her words sharp as she fired back.

"Just a fleeting infatuation for you?"

Laurent was both angry and heartbroken.

"If I only had a three-minute infatuation for you, why the hell would I have married you for five years? Why would I have had a child with you?"

He could explain why he hadn’t liked her at first, but why did he have to completely dismiss her feelings?

He was right—she had been young and impulsive, thinking love was simple and pure. But that didn’t mean her love for him was blind. If it had been blind, why didn’t she fall for Leonardo or any other man?

Why had she fallen for him, of all people?

Besides, if her feelings for him had truly been just a fleeting infatuation, who had been holding their five-year marriage together?

Facing her anger, Dave let out a helpless sigh and patted the pillow she had thrown at him.

"I think you need to work on that temper of yours... always resorting to hitting and yelling."

In truth, his comment about her having just a fleeting infatuation was meant to provoke her. He needed her to stop ignoring him and talking to him.

Laurent realized her behavior was a bit excessive and toned down her words a little.

"If you didn’t provoke me and say those irritating things, would I really be yelling at you for no reason?"

"Okay, okay, it’s my fault, my words were out of line."

He looked at her, her eyes glowing with fury in the dim light, and smiled, apologizing in a way that was almost coaxing.

Laurent had been holding onto her anger, thinking she could keep scolding him if he continued to argue. But when he suddenly switched his tone and apologized, it caught her off guard. She couldn’t bring herself to release that anger, almost choking on it as she glared at him in frustration.

Taking advantage of her silence, Dave spoke again.

"Isn’t it said that over time, affection deepens, like a slow stream? I feel like my feelings for you are exactly like that. Compared to your love at first sight, I prefer the kind of love that builds over time."

Laurent’s gaze flickered slightly. He was indirectly saying that he had developed feelings for her over time...

"Since our daughter was born, I’ve never thought about ending our marriage. Although, to you, every move I make seems awkward and cold, I honestly don’t know what I’m being awkward about."

Dave let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"If heaven gave me another chance to start over, I definitely wouldn’t be this awkward. I wouldn’t miss our daughter’s growth, and I wouldn’t... miss you..."

When he finished speaking, his gaze locked with Laurent’s eyes.

Earlier, Laurent had turned off the lights in the room because she didn’t want to face him.

But now, under the dim yellow light of the hallway, she found herself staring into his deep, ink-like eyes. At that moment, he was a stranger to her.

A gentle and affectionate Dave, one she had never seen before, and thus felt unfamiliar to her.

Laurent had never imagined that she would receive such tenderness from him in her life. Her emotions were confused and disoriented as she stared at him for a long while. Eventually, she murmured, "It’s late, we should go to sleep."

Then she pulled the blanket over herself again and turned to lie down.

"It’s a pity, though, that time can never return."

His voice sounded again, and Laurent felt herself almost on the verge of breaking down. He really was quite the chatterbox.

"I’ve analyzed our past in detail, and I believe the reason our marriage failed is because the way we interacted before had problems, and we lacked communication."

Laurent felt herself getting drowsy, as if it were like those days in school when the teacher was lecturing on political theory—serious and long-winded. In the end, she showed him no regard and simply fell asleep.

As Dave continued talking, he noticed that the person across from him had gradually slowed her breathing, seemingly having fallen asleep.

He quietly moved closer to check, and sure enough, she was asleep.

He couldn’t help but feel both exasperated and amused. Well, it was probably for the best that she had fallen asleep. Now he could carry her to bed and, without any objections, hold her while she slept.