You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 167- last night

Mr. Brown was an avid fisherman, and after admiring the surrounding scenery, he eagerly took out the fishing gear and started preparing. Mrs. Brown, perhaps because she had frequently accompanied Mr. Brown on his fishing trips, was already familiar with the equipment and quickly got to work on her own.

Since this was a dedicated fishing area, there were platforms set up along the edge of the reservoir, each equipped with comfortable chairs and sun umbrellas. Laurent, having no idea how to fish, simply sat on one of the chairs and watched Dave.

Once Dave finished preparing a fishing rod, he handed it to her, but Laurent shook her head.

"I don’t know how to fish. You go ahead."

Without hesitation, Dave grabbed the rod and walked over to her, casually taking a chair to sit behind her.

"I’ll teach you."

Then, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing the fishing rod into her hands. Laurent reluctantly took it. His voice drifted into her ear.

"Fishing isn’t about catching a fish every time; it’s about enjoying the process—the process of quiet patience, of letting go of everything else."

His breath brushed against Laurent’s ear, causing her face to involuntarily flush.

She tilted her head to the side, trying to create some space between them.

"Alright, alright, I get it. You go do your thing."

But Dave wasn’t having it. He moved even closer, pressing against her again.

"Not yet, I haven’t taught you enough. I’ll go do my thing once I’ve taught you."

Without waiting for her to protest, he took both of Laurent’s hands and guided her on how to cast the fishing rod into the water.

The weather was hot, and both of them were dressed in light clothes. His firm chest pressed against her back, and before long, Laurent could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her skin.

Fortunately, Laurent’s phone suddenly rang, rescuing her from the situation.

She quickly handed the fishing rod to Dave, stood up in a hurry, and walked away to take the call.

It was a customer calling about a delivery deadline. After a brief discussion, Laurent learned that the batch of clothing originally scheduled to ship in half a month had become very popular. The products were already sold out before they had even arrived, and the customer wanted to place an additional order while also requesting an earlier delivery date.

Laurent was somewhat troubled. She understood the customer’s urgency to get the products on sale, but the deadlines had already been set with the workshop according to the contract. Asking for an earlier date wasn’t entirely feasible, especially since the workshop wasn’t only working on this one order.

However, she reassured the customer and promised to discuss the matter with the workshop to see if an earlier delivery could be arranged.

After ending the call, Laurent called Samantha to explain the customer’s urgent request. As the head of the entire foreign trade department, Samantha agreed to speak with the workshop manager to see if the schedule could be adjusted.

Once the call ended, Laurent no longer returned to her original seat beside Dave to continue fishing. Instead, she quietly moved a chair further away from him and sat there.

Initially, Laurent had no interest in fishing. However, not long after, Mr. Brown caught a fish from the neighboring platform, and both Mr. and Mrs. Brown were so excited, they were jumping around in celebration. Laurent couldn’t help but run over to take a look.

The excitement of the Browns rubbed off on her, and after returning to their platform, she took the fishing rod from Dave’s hands and started fishing herself.

The four of them fished from noon until the setting sun, ending up with two full buckets of fish, returning home satisfied.

On the way back, Mr. Brown eagerly exchanged fishing tips with Dave. Dave suggested that the next time Mr. Brown visited Burg Eltz, they could go sea fishing, which would be even more exciting. Mr. Brown expressed great interest in the idea.

They handed over the fish they had caught to the kitchen of the resort and asked them to prepare a lavish fish feast.

Shortly after they returned to the resort, the weather changed suddenly, and before long, a torrential rainstorm came roaring through.

The four of them sat in the restaurant, listening to the howling wind and rain outside, slowly savoring the delicious fish they had caught. The atmosphere was quite special, and there was a sense of tranquility to it all.

Since the Browns were leaving the next afternoon, there was also a hint of sadness in the air. The Browns expressed their gratitude to Dave for the warm hospitality and looked forward to their future collaboration with the Washington family on this project.

In such an atmosphere, it was inevitable that they would all drink. Laurent had a few glasses of wine, just enough to feel slightly tipsy, but she wasn’t drunk.

After the dinner was over, they returned to their rooms. Laurent glanced around the room. Last time at the hotel in Burg Eltz, Morrison had booked them a luxurious suite, and at least there was a soft couch to lie on. But in this room, there was nothing else but a large bed, and no other place to lie down.

Did this mean they would have to sleep in the same bed? She quickly remembered that on the night in Burg Eltz, although she had initially slept on the couch, she had ended up being carried to the bed by him. She decided not to overthink it and instead took out another blanket from the closet, intending for each of them to sleep on their own side.

Dave lazily stood by, watching her every move, and couldn’t help but laugh. If he wanted to do something, would a blanket really be able to stop him?

Laurent finished setting up the bed, putting the two blankets on each side, and then turned around to glare at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Dave smiled warmly, pointing at the two blankets on the bed.

"I’m laughing... because this seems a bit unnecessary..."

Laurent rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, and then grabbed her clothes to head into the bathroom. After all, it was their last night together, and she couldn’t be bothered to argue with him about such things.

After taking a shower and drying her hair, Laurent didn’t even glance at Dave. She lifted the blanket, climbed into bed, lay down on one side, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Dave, who had been reading, glanced at her but said nothing. He put down his book, slowly got up, and went to the bathroom.

With summer approaching, the rainfall had become heavier, and this storm seemed to be the biggest one of the year.

The fierce wind, torrential rain, and the flashes of lightning were deafening.

They were in a rural area now, with open spaces and no shelter, which made the sound of raindrops hitting the windows and the roar of the storm outside all the more vivid.

Laurent couldn’t help but feel a little scared. She had originally wanted to fall asleep quickly, but the atmosphere made it harder and harder to feel drowsy. She remembered the book Dave had been reading and turned over, sitting up to take a quick look at it. "Wang Guozhen’s Classic Poetry and Literary Appreciation?"

Laurent flipped through a couple of pages but couldn’t continue. She sighed inwardly, thinking, tsk, the mindset of older people is truly incomprehensible.

After placing the book back where it had been, she lay down again. The bathroom door opened, and Dave finished his shower and came out. Laurent hurriedly closed her eyes again, pretending to sleep.

She heard him turn off the light and settle into bed behind her. Laurent, with her back to him, opened her eyes again. She wasn’t sleepy at all.

On nights like this, with the storm raging outside, it’s easy for strange emotions to arise within one’s heart.