You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 157- Who’s making you mad?

For Laurent, the nap was quite comfortable. When she woke up in a daze, she couldn’t help but marvel at how different it felt in this luxurious room. Even a soft couch felt far more comfortable than her bed at home.

However, when she opened her eyes, she suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

She had clearly been sleeping on the soft couch, so how did she end up in a large bed? No wonder it felt so soft and comfortable under her; she had been sleeping on a bed, not a couch!

At that moment, she was alone on the big bed, but she could hear water running from the bathroom. The bed next to hers clearly showed signs that someone had been there, so they must have slept together on this large bed last night.

Laurent didn’t need to think twice—she knew he must have been holding her while they slept.

Dave had this habit: no matter the season, he always liked to hold her while sleeping.

Although he usually ignored her with a cold, expressionless face, when it came to bedtime, he loved to hug her. In winter, it was bearable, but in summer, she didn’t want to be held at all—it was too hot!

But he insisted. Sometimes, just to be able to hug her, he would forcibly turn down the air conditioning in the bedroom. As a result, they wouldn’t feel the heat, but on hot summer nights, she would be so cold that she nearly had to sleep under a blanket. She was fed up with it.

Last night, it was no different. She was certain it was the same situation.

Laurent gritted her teeth in frustration, but she felt helpless. She was a very heavy sleeper, and once she drifted off, she didn’t notice anything. So, it was her own fault. After all, she slept like a log. If she had been more alert, she would have woken up as soon as he moved, and she wouldn’t have let him take advantage of her all night.

As she sat there, stewing in her anger, the bathroom door opened, and Dave came out, refreshed after washing up. Laurent quickly jumped out of bed, lowered her head, and rushed into the bathroom, not even sparing him a glance.

After Dave made a phone call and took care of some things, he returned to the bathroom. Of course, he stayed outside, as Laurent had locked the door from the inside to wash up.

He lazily leaned against the door, giving her instructions.

"After I change clothes at home, I’ll head to the office. Mr. Brown is coming by to visit today, and we’ll discuss the details of the project."

Laurent, still brushing her teeth, couldn’t be bothered to respond. She didn’t care what he did; it was none of her business!

"Didn’t we say we’d invite the Browns over for dinner tonight?" His voice came again.

"When I get home around noon, I’ll go with you to the supermarket to buy ingredients."

When he said he would accompany her to the supermarket, Laurent was so surprised that she almost swallowed the mouthwash she was gargling. She quickly spat it out and refused him with disgust.

"No need!"

After all, he used to hate going to the supermarket more than anything. He disliked the crowds, the hustle and bustle, and it irritated him. She had once played cute and begged him to do many things with her, but going to the supermarket was the one thing he only went with her once. And that was only for a few minutes before he couldn’t stand it and went back to the car, giving her the cold shoulder while he smoked and waited for her.

So when he suddenly said he would accompany her to the supermarket now, she was truly shocked.

She certainly didn’t want him there. If he wore that cold, distant expression of his, looking like he didn’t want to be bothered and frowning as if he could squash a fly, it would completely ruin her shopping mood.

Moreover, since they were hosting such important guests as the Browns, she knew she would need to prepare a whole table full of dishes. If she brought him along and he insisted on leaving within three minutes, she probably wouldn’t be able to buy anything at all.

As someone with five years of experience as a housewife, Laurent could foresee that shopping for tonight’s dinner was going to be a major task. Not to mention, his fridge was completely empty.

Laurent had always loved the idea of couples or married people strolling through the supermarket arm in arm—the man pushing the cart, while the woman carefully selected every item they would need at home, whether it was food, drink, or other essentials.

Or maybe it was the woman leisurely pushing the cart while the man carefully chose things.

No matter which way it was, she felt that was the most authentic kind of life—filled with the everyday things like rice, oil, salt, and vinegar—not like him, who most of the time would just tell someone else to buy whatever he needed.

To her, life had to be lived with care and involvement. Only by getting your hands dirty could you truly experience life.

If you just gave orders and had others do everything for you, weren’t you just living someone else’s life? What was the point of that?

That was why she always insisted on not hiring housekeepers. She enjoyed taking care of every aspect of her life herself—from the smallest decoration in the house to the most important decisions of her life.

She liked being hands-on, taking control of her life, no matter whether the outcome was good or bad.

But when she rejected him, the person outside the door had a good counterargument.

"There’s nothing in the fridge. You’re going to have to buy a ton of things. Who’s going to help you carry them all?"

He wouldn’t have said anything if he had kept quiet, but when he said that, Laurent couldn’t help but retort.

"You can have your driver pick me up. Didn’t we always do that before? He’d pick me up and help carry all the big and small bags."

The person outside didn’t speak for a while, and Laurent continued washing her face and brushing her teeth. After a while, she finally heard the person outside speak again in a low voice.

"Do you have to make me so mad?"

"Who’s making you mad?"

Laurent retorted coldly. How was she making him mad? He brought it upon himself, didn’t he?

In the end, the person outside chose to give in.

"Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Finish up and come downstairs for breakfast."

Since the incident in the bathroom last night, Laurent didn’t want to have anything to do with Dave. From finishing her grooming to putting on her clothes and walking to the restaurant for breakfast, she remained silent and cold-faced, not exchanging a single word with him.

At first, she thought they could keep up this silent treatment until they got home, where he would change and go to work while they each did their own thing. But when they arrived at the restaurant, they unexpectedly ran into the Browns, who were there for breakfast as well.

Before she could even react, the person beside her pulled her into an embrace and whispered in her ear,

"They know we stayed here together last night. With your expression right now, they’ll think I didn’t satisfy you, and that you’re left wanting."

Laurent was furious. She was just about to yell at him when she saw Mrs. Brown walking over, arm in arm with Mr. Brown. She had no choice but to put on a big smile and greet them.

So, breakfast was eaten by all four of them together.