You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 204-a poem

When Laurent received the call from Dave, it was almost midnight. She had just been about to fall asleep.

Her daughter had long since fallen into a deep sleep beside her. Laurent had also gone to bed early, but she had struggled to fall asleep, tossing and turning. Just as she was finally on the verge of sleep, her phone rang.

Seeing that the caller was Dave, Laurent hesitated for a moment. She thought about the "thank you" message she had sent earlier, which hadn’t been replied to, and ultimately decided to answer the call.

To avoid disturbing her daughter’s sleep, she got out of bed quietly, walked to the window seat on the balcony, and answered the phone softly.

But there was silence on the other end. After a while, she couldn’t help but ask,

"What is it? What do you want?"

"I miss you."

Suddenly, the low, husky words came through the phone. In the stillness of the night, his voice sounded like fine, rich coffee—smooth and intoxicating.

Laurent’s heart inexplicably became unsettled again, and to cover up her emotions, she snapped back,

"You’ve had too much to drink."

He leisurely responded from the other end,

"I have had too much to drink. Didn’t they say that alcohol makes people speak the truth?"

On the other end, Dave flopped onto the comfortable sofa in his living room, his posture relaxed and at ease. He felt comfortable in both body and mind.

Listening to her voice, feeling her presence—everything just felt good.

He had just returned from the dinner party, where those people were absolutely noisy. It went on until this hour, and after taking a shower, he decided to call her.

He was upset that all she sent him was a simple "thank you" without even bothering to call, but in the end, he still took the initiative to call her.

Laurent unconsciously fiddled with the blinds beside her, ignoring his sweet words from the other end.

"If you don’t have anything else, I’m hanging up. I need to sleep."

He chuckled softly.

"Just a simple thank you is enough for letting your daughter stay with you for the New Year?"

Laurent knew he was up to no good.

"What do you want then?"

"I want a lot of things. Do you think you can comply with all of them?"

He calmly replied from the other end, then continued speaking before Laurent could get too angry.

"If you don’t cooperate, do you believe I’ll never let you see your daughter again?"

Laurent was fuming.

"Dave, you can’t be such a rogue! The divorce agreement clearly states in black and white that I can visit my daughter once a week!"

"I’m being a rogue. So what? If being a rogue can make you come back to me, then I’d rather be one."

He had really started acting like a rogue, his tone lazy, yet somehow carrying deep affection.

"You—"

Laurent couldn’t stand his attitude anymore, not because his rogue behavior irritated her, but because when he said those words... it felt like he was whining, which made it impossible for her to stay angry.

Her skin crawled with goosebumps, and instinctively, she decided to hang up.

"I’m going to sleep. Let’s stop talking."

She believed he wouldn’t really make things difficult for her over their daughter. If he was going to, he would’ve done it long ago, not wait until now.

"Mhm, go ahead and sleep."

What followed wasn’t his continued pursuit, but a soft and gentle murmur in reply.

Laurent hurriedly hung up the phone, then lifted the blinds to look out at the night, trying to calm the restlessness in her heart.

When she finally returned to bed, about half an hour had passed. Then, her phone rang again, still from Dave.

This time, it was a text message. Was it... a poem?

Laurent remembered the poetry collection she had once seen on his bedside table and felt too tired to even comment on it.

They say there’s a generation gap every three years, but she was six years older than him. So, well, that was two generation gaps

However, she couldn’t deny that the poem he sent seemed to describe his current feelings quite accurately.

Especially when he followed up with a message:

"I typed each word one by one."

It made it seem even more like the poem was truly expressing his genuine emotions. Laurent read it again, and in the end, feeling irritated, she put her phone aside, pulled the blanket over her head, and forced herself to fall asleep.

She didn’t reply to him, because she didn’t even know how to.

Once, she had longed to win his heart, to receive his affection. She had longed for his sincere care. But now that all of it had come true, she wasn’t sure if she still wanted it.

Thanks to Dave’s poem before bed, Laurent spent the entire night with her mind full of poems, songs, and verses, which kept her from getting a good night’s sleep.

The next day, on New Year’s Day, Laurent was sporting two big dark circles under her eyes.

On her side, Laurent was generally happy this year, thanks to the company of her daughter. Alex Cassy also seemed to forget the sadness surrounding her daughter for a moment, as the little girl bounced around, making everyone smile.

On the other hand, things were a bit bleak over at Burg Eltz.

Because of her son and daughter-in-law’s separation and her grandson’s divorce, the Lord of Burg Eltz directly ordered that the New Year’s Eve banquet be canceled. He even forbade anyone from wishing him a happy New Year, stating that people could just pretend he wasn’t around.

His daughter-in-law didn’t return, and the granddaughter-in-law had already left. There was no one left to organize such a grand New Year’s Eve banquet.

In Wooden’s memory, ever since the granddaughter-in-law had married into Burg Eltz, it seemed like every major banquet at Burg Eltz had been organized by her, and they had always been done perfectly. Every detail was attended to with care and precision. The Lord had always admired Laurent, thinking that a girl who could manage such complicated affairs would surely excel in other areas as well.

But why did her marriage to the grandson fail? Logically, she should have been very successful at managing it.

This was something the Lord of Burg Eltz couldn’t figure out no matter how hard he tried.

And this New Year’s, the Lord of Burg Eltz had closed his doors to guests, mainly because with his son and grandson’s marriages both falling apart, having distant relatives visiting would only add to the embarrassment.

So, on New Year’s Day, Dave and his sister Lilian were both at Tiffany’s place.