You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 163- What kind of man

Dave immediately shut the door on Morrison, making it clear that anyone daring to even think about his daughter was unforgivable!

Morrison, feeling utterly bored, left the house and got into his car. As he leaned back in his seat, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness and emptiness.

Resting one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his chin, he thought for a long while before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

It had been a while since he last heard from her. The last time they spoke, he had joked about scaring her away with his final lesson, but since then, there had been no word. The last time they met, she had practically scurried away like a mouse seeing a cat.

That day, his mother had arranged tea with her mother, and afterward, she asked him to swing by and pick them up. When he arrived, he was surprised to find the young girl there, standing next to her mother. She was dressed in a trendy denim jumper skirt and had her hair tied up in a high bun—looking so fresh and youthful that he felt like he could practically squeeze the water out of her.

The moment he got out of the car, she bolted, claiming she was heading to the bathroom. After waiting for what felt like forever, they received a call from her—she had already gone back to school, asking them not to wait for her.

Her mother had been furious, scolding her for being impolite and making them wait.

But Morrison knew the real reason. She had deliberately avoided him.

Finally, he dialed the number and held the phone to his ear, absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up. He imagined she had been debating whether or not to answer his call.

When her voice finally came through, it was polite and proper,

"Mr.morrison?"

Mr.morrison?

The title made Morrison furrow his brows. Since when had she put him in the "older brother" category? What happened to the energy she had when she came to his house, asking him to teach her how to date?

But now was not the time to dwell on that. Instead, he softened his tone and asked her gently,

"Where are you now?"

"At school."

She answered cautiously, and Morrison didn’t give her a chance to refuse.

"I’ll come find you later. It’s important."

Confused, she asked on the other end, "You want to meet me for something? Can’t it be said over the phone?"

"It’s something important. It has to be said in person."

He was firm.

"Twenty minutes from now, at the west gate of your school."

"Okay, fine."

Her response was reluctant, and Morrison couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation.

What was this? She had been the one to approach him first, asking to learn about dating and teasing him until his whole body was on fire. But now, she had disappeared without a trace. Was he, Morrison, really the type of person to come when beckoned and leave when waved off?

If she wanted to date, they would date. If she didn’t, they would still date!

Twenty minutes later, at the west gate of the university, Lilian walked out in a white dress, dragging her feet. She cautiously peeked around, clearly uncomfortable. Truth be told, she really didn’t want to meet him, nor did she want to go out to see him.

The last time he acted so recklessly, it really scared her.

That was her first kiss, for goodness’ sake. And he took it without warning, without her consent, and in a way that left her completely unprepared.

Lilian regretted it deeply now. She regretted ever going to Morrison asking him to teach her about dating. Her original intention was just to experience a simple relationship, but who would have guessed that from the start, he had mentioned... **bed**.

After leaving the west gate, Lilian held on to a sliver of hope. She wished Morrison’s invitation had just been a joke, hoping that he wouldn’t actually show up.

However, her luck didn’t seem to be in her favor. After walking just a few steps, she saw a sleek black car parked there. The dark, shiny exterior gleamed ominously, instantly reminding her of the way Morrison had looked at her last time—with those narrow eyes that made her feel just as uneasy.

As she slowly shuffled toward the car like a turtle, she cursed him inwardly. She had always thought of him as a warm, older brother-type figure, someone like her real brother Dave. Who could have known he was actually such a...

pervert?

What she didn’t realize was that when a man looks at a woman, it’s entirely different from how a real brother looks at his sister. Just like how Dave is serious and even a bit stern with her, but when he’s with Laurent, he’s the kind of man who desires a woman. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

When a man has physical longing for a woman, how could he ever just see her as a sister?

The car door opened, and a man dressed in a sharp suit stepped out. His long legs and wide strides covered the distance Lilian would have taken several minutes to walk, and within just a few steps, he was standing right in front of her, forming a barrier in front of her with his presence, accompanied by the sharp scent of a man’s cologne.

Lilian paused, forcing a smile as she tilted her head up to look at him. "Hey, Mr. Morrison..." she said with a few awkward chuckles.

The height difference between them was noticeable, and she had to slightly tilt her head back to meet his gaze.

Morrison immediately squinted his eyes and looked her up and down. She was dressed in a white dress that was fresh and clean, with the hem above her knees, revealing her fair and smooth calves. She wore a pair of light white shoes, giving her an innocent, youthful vibe.

Did she have to dress so... *fresh*? It only made him feel more restless, stirring feelings inside him.

Lilian felt extremely uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. She quickly interrupted the awkward silence, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"What did you want to see me for?" she asked.

Morrison lazily straightened up, his lips curling into a smile as he casually responded, "Can’t I come find you without a reason?"

Lilian was taken aback. "Mr. Morrison, I have class soon..."

She quickly searched for an excuse, thinking that using "class" would be a reasonable one.

Morrison raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you about to graduate? Isn’t it graduation season?"

He paused, appearing to think for a moment. "Or did I remember wrong? There have been a lot of news reports about graduation ceremonies and photos for universities recently."

Lilian almost wanted to cry. Was his memory really that sharp?

Indeed, it was graduation season, and she had completely forgotten about it. The thesis defense was nearly over, and her class had been discussing taking graduation photos. In just a few months, she’d officially be a member of society. No more school—no more classes.

And Morrison, this man, was so dangerous. He’d casually exposed her little lie without being rude or obvious about it. He made her feel like she couldn’t continue with her excuse, but somehow, it wasn’t awkward either.

Now she understood why he and her brother Dave were friends—they were both sly and clever, sharing that same "smelly" quality. But Morrison always wore that smiling, easygoing expression, which made it easy for people to mistake him for a good guy.

What kind of man had she gotten herself involved with?