You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 160-Feisty!

As a true businessman, Dave had managed his company and career with great success, yet he had let his marriage fall apart. That was his failure.

While Laurent was washing the dishes, she couldn’t help but reflect on his words. She understood his attitude over these past few days, but why did some people only realize the value of something after it was lost? Why do some things only get said when the heart has already grown cold?

She couldn’t react to his kindness right now, as her heart felt numb, so she simply continued washing the dishes in silence.

Seeing her not respond, Dave didn’t say anything more.

He knew that whatever he said or did now would be futile, but he was still going to do everything he should.

Morrison had said, "The ice that’s been there for a long time won’t melt in a day." He knew it wasn’t going to happen overnight, but he was patient. He had all the time in the world.

They went to a large supermarket near their home. Dave took the initiative to push the shopping cart, while Laurent held the list he had written, searching through the aisles for what they needed.

When they were looking for a specific spice, Laurent couldn’t find it after a while, so she bent down to search the bottom shelf.

Just as she squatted down, Dave grabbed her arm and pulled her up. She looked at him in confusion and asked,

"What are you doing?"

Dave gestured toward Laurent’s neckline with his eyes, looking quite displeased as he spoke,

"You’re showing too much."

He then gently nudged her aside and crouched down to search for the spice.

Laurent had chosen her outfit based on Tina’s recommendation—a simple white loose-fitting T-shirt paired with black cigarette pants and flat shoes. The look gave her a laid-back, effortless vibe, which she liked, so she wore it when going out.

Now, with Dave’s comment, she glanced down at her outfit and realized that the neckline was a bit too low. When she bent down, she had indeed exposed a bit more than she intended. But then again, most summer clothes were like this—who designs clothes with tight necklines? That would be too hot.

Meanwhile, Dave, crouching down and searching for the spice, couldn’t help but think about Tina’s "terrible" design. The shirt looked good, but it was uncomfortable to wear. He hadn’t thought much about it when she first wore it, but now that she was wearing it again, he realized just how revealing the neckline was. A few times, he’d almost wanted to drag her to the mall to buy something else and replace it.

While Dave continued searching, Laurent was just pushing the shopping cart nearby, waiting. Once he found the spice, the two of them didn’t switch tasks. Laurent continued pushing the cart, and Dave was in charge of looking for the items.

For a man with zero experience in everyday life, trying to get him to find things in a store was enough to drive Laurent crazy. He couldn’t even tell the difference between dark soy sauce and light soy sauce. Finally, Laurent, frustrated, grabbed the list herself and went off to find it.

Dave stood there, flustered and embarrassed, fuming silently for a while.

Laurent, fuming with frustration, went off to find the dark soy sauce. She spotted it on a shelf at the very top, so she quickly reached up to grab it—but she was just a bit too short. She jumped to try again, but still couldn’t reach it.

As she prepared to jump once more, a large hand appeared and grabbed the bottle for her, placing it into the shopping cart. Dave, clearly displeased, questioned her.

"Don’t you have any men around you? Why didn’t you just ask for help?"

At that moment, Laurent’s mood inexplicably lightened, and mischief crept into her mind. She shot him a glance and replied,

"Why would I call you ’mom’? You’re not my mom!"

Dave paused for a second, realizing she had cleverly twisted his question. He was taken aback, but also amused at how rare it was for her to be this playful. Smiling, he raised his hand and ruffled her hair.

"Feisty!"

Laurent immediately swatted his hand away in annoyance.

"Don’t mess up my hair, it’s so annoying!"

The scene in front of the shelves, where Dave and Laurent were interacting, caught the attention of a woman standing not far away. The woman, Clark, gripped the handle of her shopping cart so tightly that her fingers were turning white from the pressure.

Ever since moving back in with her parents, Clark had been playing the role of the obedient daughter in their eyes. She had stopped dwelling on the dark past and was actively cooperating with the therapist her parents had hired to treat her.

But the truth was, she wasn’t really sick. As she began to improve, her father found her a piano teaching job, and she was scheduled to go for an interview in a few days. Right now, her main focus was calming her parents down and making sure they didn’t keep such a tight hold on her, all while she secretly worked on her plan for revenge.

Behind the scenes, she had hired someone to track Dave and Laurent, so she knew that the two had been pretending to be a couple entertaining clients lately. And now, she knew they were in the supermarket together.

When she first received the tip that Dave and Laurent were at the supermarket, she almost thought she had heard wrong. She knew just how much Dave hated going to crowded places like supermarkets and cinemas.

Back when they were dating, they had never gone out to watch a movie, simply because he hated such places. University love was supposed to be simple—watching a movie, having dinner, and strolling back to school together. But they had never done that. She’d often argued with him about it, but he never changed.

Sometimes, when she wanted to go to the supermarket to buy something and hoped he would accompany her, it was always out of the question.

There were times when she even doubted whether he truly loved her, because he never tolerated, indulged, or made any changes for her. He never compromised in front of her.

To her, love meant willingly making changes for the other person. She had changed so much for him, but he hadn’t. He never made a single compromise.

But now, he was willingly accompanying that woman in the supermarket, being affectionate by ruffling her hair, kindly helping her reach for things, and gazing at her with such deep affection.

None of this was as maddening as the fact that Laurent, that woman, who was so proud, had him so low, and yet still refused him, even swatting his hand away with clear disdain.

Clark was furious beyond belief.

Clark seethed with anger and resentment. If only Dave had looked at her with that kind of tenderness, if only he had ruffled her hair with that kind of affection—she would have gladly accepted even death in that moment.

She hated Laurent for stealing the man who was supposed to be hers. She hated how Dave had shifted his affections to Laurent, how they now acted so sweet together. She hated everything about them, everything they represented.

Of course, Clark knew that even if she was seething with hate, there was nothing she could do in a public place. But just appearing in front of them, even if it was only to annoy them, would serve her purpose. That was the real reason she came to this supermarket after receiving the tip-off.

However, she hadn’t anticipated that before she could even begin to carry out her plan, she would be met with such a scene of them being so affectionate, which only fueled her frustration. Instead of feeling the satisfaction of causing them discomfort, she was only more furious.

After finally managing to suppress her overwhelming emotions, she forced a smile onto her face and, pushing her shopping cart, walked towards them.