You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 168- exposure of the misdeed

Laurent suddenly began to think of her daughter and her parents.

Just as she was overwhelmed with emotion, a flash of lightning split the quiet bedroom, followed by a loud clap of thunder. She was startled and let out a cry. A pair of large hands reached out from behind her, pulling her into an embrace.

Outside, the lightning and thunder continued. Laurent lay with her back to Dave, stiff in his arms as he held her. After the thunderclap, she couldn’t resist turning around to face him, nestling into his chest.

It was truly terrifying. How could she have imagined that on this final night, she would encounter such a violent storm?

After the lightning and thunder, another wave of heavy rain poured down.

Once the thunder and lightning faded, only the sound of pouring rain remained. The panic that had filled Laurent’s heart gradually subsided. She raised her hand to push the man in front of her, wanting to create some distance between them.

But she couldn’t push him away.

His fiery lips landed on her neck, gently nibbling, and his deep, captivating voice whispered in her ear.

"Laurent, I know you still have feelings for me—"

"You’re talking nonsense!"

Laurent panicked, struggling.

"I don’t love you anymore. I don’t love you at all—"

In the next moment, her slightly trembling lips were captured by his kiss. His hand slipped under her clothes, caressing her softness, and Laurent’s body instantly heated up.

She gasped lightly under his kiss, turning her head to avoid his lips.

Dissatisfied with her resistance, he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. Her hands were pressed above her head as he leaned over her, kissing her more fiercely.

No matter what she said, Dave didn’t believe her. He trusted only the primal loyalty of her body.

Laurent struggled for a moment before giving up. His kisses left her increasingly disoriented. In the end, she didn’t know whether she was pushing him away or pulling him closer.

Laurent felt that this was the most intense lovemaking they had ever experienced. It felt as though her waist was about to break, her body was on the verge of falling apart, and it seemed as though he was trying to meld her into himself.

The force he exerted made her worry about the bed beneath them. She was genuinely afraid it might collapse.

"Gently, gently..."

She couldn’t remember many other details, only that the phrase she repeated most throughout the night was asking him to slow down and be gentler.

Inside and outside, the storm raged all night.

Everything finally came to a stop in the early morning. Outside, the sun began to shine brightly, while inside, the occupants started to drift into sleep.

Of course, the only one who fell asleep was Laurent, utterly exhausted both physically and mentally.

Last night, she had been so tired that she repeatedly insisted on sleeping, but he retorted that he was "sleeping" with her at that moment, which infuriated her so much that she turned his shoulder and bit him hard.

Laurent didn’t know how long she had slept, only that when she opened her eyes, the person beside her was gone.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table and saw that it was almost noon.

Tossing the phone aside, she lay in bed with her eyes open, staring at the white ceiling. Everything from last night...

Ah, it was truly unbearable to recall.

Her only thought now was to escape.

Anyway, he wasn’t in the room now, and the Browns had already been taken care of.

However, just as this thought crossed her mind, her phone rang—it was a call from Dave.

She really didn’t want to answer. She was in no condition to face their complicated relationship.

She let the phone ring, but soon, the room’s landline started ringing. Reluctantly, she picked it up. Dave’s voice came through on the other end.

"Are you awake?"

"Mm."

She responded briefly, and he continued,

"Well, since you’re awake, come to Mr. Brown’s room. There’s something we need to discuss."

His voice was calm and even, no trace of any other emotion. She had heard that Mr. Brown wanted to see them, so after hanging up, she reluctantly got up to prepare herself.

She didn’t want to face him, but since Mr. Brown wanted to see them, she had no choice but to brace herself and go.

In the Browns’ room.

Mr. Brown’s face was dark with displeasure, while Mrs. Brown seemed unaffected, quite calm.

Dave sat on a sofa to one side. After hanging up the phone with Laurent, he looked at Mr. Brown and smiled.

"She’s innocent. I forced her to come and play along with this act. You don’t need to make things difficult for her."

Mr. Brown glared at him in annoyance.

"How do you know I’m making things difficult for her? I’m just asking her a few questions."

Earlier that morning, after Laurent had fallen asleep, Dave stayed beside her, holding her. But soon after, he was summoned here by Mr. Brown’s phone call.

The reason was simple—someone had delivered a document to Mr. Brown, a French translation of the report about his intimate encounter with Clark. The report also boldly claimed that Dave and Laurent had already divorced and that they had only been pretending to be a couple in front of him.

It was easy to imagine how furious Mr. Brown was. He immediately called Dave over for a heated interrogation.

Faced with Mr. Brown’s questioning, Dave openly admitted to the divorce. In truth, for Dave, the priority had shifted. The goal of pretending to be a couple had been to secure Mr. Brown as a client, but now, the more important thing was cultivating a genuine connection with Laurent.

Since someone had already informed Mr. Brown about their situation, Dave saw no reason to hide it anymore.

Mr. Brown slammed his hand on the table, fuming.

"So all the sweet affection you two have shown these past few days was just an act for my benefit?"

Dave immediately denied it.

"I’ll make it clear right now—this isn’t an act. What I feel is genuine."

He tried to explain further.

"We’re divorced, yes, but we separated due to a misunderstanding. I love her, and she loves me. You can’t expect everyone to be perfect, and just because we made mistakes, it doesn’t mean it can’t be forgiven, right?"

Mr. Brown interrupted him coldly.

"I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense. The fact is, you’ve been deceiving me!"

"Call her in here. I have questions for her!"

Mr. Brown angrily demanded. Dave glanced at the time.

"Let her come in later. She’s exhausted from last night and probably still hasn’t woken up."

"You—"

Mr. Brown was nearly beside himself. After everything, Dave still had the nerve to speak in such a sentimental way? Without mercy, he called him out.

"Aren’t you supposed to be a fake couple?"

Dave thought back to last night’s passionate moments. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

"As I said, I love her, and she still loves me. What’s wrong with two people who love each other sharing an intimate connection? That has nothing to do with whether or not we’re married."

Mr. Brown was so furious he couldn’t find the words to respond. Mrs. Brown, sitting beside him, tried to calm him down.

"Whether you’re truly married or pretending doesn’t matter. What matters is the bond between them, and I’m sure you can see it for yourself."

Mr. Brown snorted in frustration. The past few days, he had sensed their relationship was quite strong, but now he was being told they were just pretending. The disparity was too much for him, which was why he was so angry.