You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 208- too furious

Realizing she had been betrayed, Laurent felt an awkwardness settle over her.

Who wouldn’t be embarrassed in this situation?

She had deliberately kept her arrival in Burg Eltz a secret from him, and now—here he was, standing right in her home, proving that her little deception had completely failed.

"Mommy, I’m so hungry—"

The little girl’s voice broke the silence as she stepped inside without hesitation.

Laurent barely had time to react before the tall figure followed suit, leaving her standing alone at the doorway.

She wanted to protest, to demand why they had barged in without permission—but it was already too late.

The little one dashed straight to the bathroom, grabbing a small stool to wash her hands.

The bigger one, on the other hand, casually took off his coat, moving with the ease of someone who belonged here.

Laurent was just about to object when he spoke again, his tone deliberately light,

"Why are you in Burg Eltz? Here to visit Adeline? Where is she?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Laurent nearly choked on air.

He knew.

He had obviously gotten all the details from their daughter, yet he still had the audacity to feign ignorance and tease her.

Did he think this was funny?

Fuming, she turned away, storming toward her laptop and shutting off the music.

The wine, the food, the music—she had carefully prepared everything for herself, for a peaceful evening alone.

Now, thanks to this unexpected invasion, her perfect night was completely ruined.

"Why’d you turn it off?"

The deep voice came from right behind her, making her jump.

When did he get so close?

"It was nice. You should leave it on."

As he said this, he reached out to press play on the music again. With his movement, Laurent was suddenly pulled into his embrace. Instinctively, she stepped back, trying to put some distance between them. However, a small stool near her feet tripped her up, and she lost her balance, falling backward.

Dave caught her in one swift motion, pulling her back into his arms. She crashed into his chest, which was covered in a soft cashmere sweater, carrying the clean and refreshing scent of a man. Laurent’s face instantly flushed red.

At that moment, the computer behind them started playing music again—a deep, husky female voice singing in English, with a slow and emotional melody. In the quiet and peaceful night, a man and a woman holding each other, his deep and captivating gaze...

"Mommy, I washed my hands!"

A soft, childlike voice suddenly broke the unbearable tension.

Laurent snapped back to reality immediately, raising her hands to push Dave away before walking toward her daughter.

"Emma, that’s great! Since you’ve washed your hands, come over and eat."

She picked up her daughter and placed her on a chair by the dining table. Dave followed behind and sat down as if he were preparing to join them for dinner.

Laurent: "..."

She stared at him in silence for a moment before finally speaking.

"I only made two dishes..."

A subtle way of saying there wasn’t enough food, and he shouldn’t stay. Laurent was sure he understood what she meant, but he showed no sign of leaving. Instead, he casually glanced at the two dishes and a soup on the table.

"It’s fine. My stomach hasn’t been feeling great lately, so I’ll just eat a little."

Laurent: "..."

His shamelessness left her at a loss for words.

Since he was so determined to stay for dinner, Laurent had no choice but to get up and head to the kitchen. She returned with an extra bowl and chopsticks for him. But apparently, someone was still not satisfied. He lifted his elegantly curved chin and gestured toward her wine glass.

"Shouldn’t you pour me a glass too?"

Laurent shot him a glare.

"Didn’t you just say your stomach was unwell? And now you want to drink wine?"

This time, it was Dave who was speechless. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have mentioned his stomach. He had only said it hoping she would show a little concern, but this woman was truly heartless—not a single word of sympathy.

Now, with good food and a beautiful woman right in front of him, how could he possibly go without good wine?

And with the right amount of wine, anything could happen.

But since Laurent refused to pour him a drink because of his own words, Dave could only find another way himself.

While Laurent wasn’t paying attention, Dave reached out and took the wine glass from in front of her. He brought it to his lips, took a small sip, and then placed it back in front of her. Casually, he offered his opinion on the wine.

"This is pretty good."

If she refused to drink from it now, she would have to give it to him, meaning he would have his wine.

If she chose to drink it anyway, well, he certainly wouldn’t mind—it would be like an indirect kiss, wouldn’t it?

Laurent was utterly stunned by Dave’s audacity. She stared at the glass in front of her, too furious to even speak. After a long moment, she finally huffed in exasperation and slammed the glass down in front of him—along with the freshly opened bottle of red wine.

If he wanted to drink, then fine! He could drink all he wanted. If he ended up ruining his stomach, that was his own problem!

Laurent regretted letting Dave stay for dinner and drinks—so much.

Because he... got drunk!

He finished an entire bottle of red wine and was now half-sprawled on her sofa, refusing to leave.

Laurent tried to kick him out, but he looked at her with hazy, drunken eyes.

"I’m this drunk... how am I supposed to drive?"

Laurent was fuming.

"Then call your driver to pick you up!"

Dave turned over, burying half of his face into her throw pillow.

"It’s too late. He’s already asleep. Let’s not disturb him."

"Then I’ll call you a ride."

Laurent was still determined not to let him stay the night. She grabbed her phone, ready to book him a car.

But the man on the sofa didn’t respond.

Laurent bent down to check on him.

"Dave?"

Did he... fall asleep?