You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 164- Nervous?
However, Lilian didn’t give up and immediately came up with another excuse.
"I have a book to return to the library, or it’ll be overdue. Mr. Morrison, if you don’t need me for anything, I’ll be heading back now."
With that, she turned around and walked away.
"Stop."
A slightly stern voice rang out behind her. Morrison felt a surge of irritation—she had even used the formal "Mr." to address him, clearly trying to draw a distinct boundary between them. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Since he had already called out to stop her, Lilian had no choice but to pause and turn around again. She really wanted to run, but she knew she wouldn’t get far. So, she decided not to waste her energy on pointless resistance.
Frowning, Morrison looked at the girl and asked,
"Didn’t you say you wanted me to teach you how to date?"
Lilian was mortified by this question. First, she was embarrassed that she had foolishly mistaken him for a good person and asked him to teach her about relationships. Second, she was even more embarrassed when she recalled the day he had kissed her.
Her face turned slightly red with discomfort. She lowered her gaze, not daring to look at him, and absentmindedly kicked a small stone at her feet before muttering,
"I thought about it and realized I can’t accept your teaching methods... so let’s just drop it."
"Oh? Drop it?"
His voice came from above her, cold and tinged with displeasure.
"So, that means you’ve found a new teacher with a teaching style that suits you better?"
"Of course not!"
Lilian stomped her foot in frustration and glared at him.
"What kind of nonsense is that? What do you mean by ’found a new teacher’? Do you think I have no self-respect?"
"If not, then I’ll continue teaching you."
He made the decision without giving her a chance to argue, his deep black eyes locking onto her.
"I can change my teaching method and go at a pace you can accept."
What did that mean?
For a moment, Lilian couldn’t quite process what he was saying. She just blinked her big eyes in confusion, staring at him blankly.
Morrison looked at her reaction—sweet and enticing.
He clenched his teeth, suppressing the urge to step forward and kiss her. Instead, he grabbed her hand and held it firmly in his palm as he started walking toward her school.
Lilian was utterly shocked and immediately began to struggle.
"W-what are you doing?"
He silenced her resistance with just one look.
"Holding hands. Isn’t that a normal step in dating?"
Lilian froze.
She lowered her gaze, staring at her small hand enveloped in his larger one. In disbelief, she asked,
"You... you’re really going to follow my pace?"
The impression he left on her that day was that of a complete predator. And now he was turning vegetarian? Could he really do that?
Morrison raised an eyebrow at her.
"You don’t trust me?"
Lilian remained silent, clearly expressing her lack of trust. Morrison chuckled.
"That’s fine. If you ever feel uncomfortable, you can let me know."
Lilian opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but before she could, he tightened his grip on her hand and led her forward.
"Let’s go. Didn’t you say you needed to return a book to the library? I’ll go with you."
Lilian was about to have a heart attack. He was going to hold her hand and accompany her to return a book?
His striking appearance and aura were impossible to ignore. If they walked across campus like this, wouldn’t she instantly become the talk of the school? Not to mention his status and position—if they were seen together, they’d probably end up on the front page of Burg Eltz’s news.
She definitely didn’t want her family to find out about this. Her brother would probably break her legs. It was just a relationship, one that wouldn’t even have a real future—she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.
So she suddenly stopped in her tracks and laughed awkwardly.
"Uh... I just remembered, that book isn’t due for a few more days. I’ll return it later."
Morrison smiled gently.
"Are you sure?"
Lilian nodded firmly.
"Yes, I’m sure."
Morrison glanced at her.
"Alright then, let’s go. I’ll treat you to dinner."
Then, still holding her hand, he led her toward the car.
Did she really think she could get away from him? Saying she needed to return a book—clearly just an excuse to avoid him.
Lilian found herself being pulled into the car. She figured she should at least tell him that whatever was going on between them should stay under the radar. If her family found out, she’d be doomed.
Morrison got in after her, buckled his seatbelt, and was about to start driving when the little troublemaker in the passenger seat suddenly asked in confusion,
"Why is your palm so sweaty? You got my hand all wet!"
It was only after sitting down that Lilian noticed the hand he had been holding was damp. She checked her other hand—it was perfectly dry. That could only mean one thing: Morrison’s palm had been sweaty and had transferred onto her hand.
Morrison looked slightly embarrassed but still gave a reasonable explanation.
"A man full of energy, in this kind of hot weather—of course my palm would sweat. Isn’t that normal?"
"Oh..."
Lilian nodded half-heartedly, still not entirely convinced. Morrison started the car and drove off.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the little troublemaker beside him staring intently at her phone. That irked him.
"What are you looking at? Shouldn’t you be focusing on the date?"
Young people these days—always glued to their phones no matter where they went. It was downright annoying.
"I’m looking something up."
Lilian still didn’t lift her head, her eyes fixed on the screen. Then she casually read out loud what she had just found:
"Sweaty palms while holding hands means the other person is too nervous?"
Morrison nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He slammed on the brakes, turned his head, and glared at her in frustration.
So this little brat actually went online to look up his situation?
What the hell was that answer? Nervous?
Him?
What a load of nonsense. He, Morrison, had been with countless women—how could he possibly be nervous just from holding hands?
