You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 209- The past was the past.

Laurent was still trying to book him a car. She reached out and poked his shoulder.

"Get up! You can’t sleep here!"

What would it look like if he stayed the night? The entire Burg Eltz already knew they were divorced. If a reporter caught him spending the night at her place, she’d be dragged into another headline with him.

But no matter how much she called him, the man on the sofa remained unresponsive. Frustrated, Laurent put away her phone and turned to take care of her daughter instead.

She bathed her little girl and tucked her into bed. By the time she came out, she found that the man on the sofa was about to roll off.

Looking at him—tall and long-legged, crammed into her small, narrow couch—she finally gave in.

She walked over and sighed.

"Get up and go sleep in the guest room."

The man on the sofa blinked drowsily at her.

"Can I borrow your bathroom? I need a shower..."

At this point, could Laurent even say no?

Without a word, she turned, grabbed a fresh towel, and handed it to him. Then, without another glance, she went into her room—and locked the door behind her.

Inside the room, Laurent ran a frustrated hand through her hair. No matter how annoyed she was, the little girl sleeping soundly beside her was the one who had given her away. There was nothing she could do about it.

This was only her first day in Burg Eltz, and he had already managed to step right into her life. What was she supposed to do now? Wasn’t she supposed to be starting fresh?

Since the man outside had taken over the bathroom, Laurent decided to skip her nighttime routine altogether. She simply held her daughter close and went straight to sleep. Thankfully, the rest of the night passed without incident. She figured Dave had at least been sensible enough to take his shower and then go sleep in the guest room.

If he had dared to stir up any trouble in the middle of the night, she really would have kicked him out!

The next morning, Laurent’s alarm went off, and she immediately got up.

Her daughter was still sound asleep, but Laurent always woke up early to make breakfast. Whenever her daughter was with her, Laurent insisted on cooking for her personally. She didn’t like the idea of her child constantly eating outside food—homemade meals were always cleaner and healthier.

Back when her daughter was still little, Vivian had often praised Laurent for how well she cared for her. "You’re such a wonderful mother," she’d say. "And not just that—you’re a perfect wife, too."

Laurent had only been able to smile bitterly at those words. What use was it to be a good mother and a perfect wife?

As a lover, she had failed completely.

No matter how many years passed, she had never managed to make Dave fall in love with her. Back then, Laurent had truly believed she was a complete failure.

When Laurent finally got up, tidied herself, and opened the bedroom door, she was immediately met with an unexpected sight—

Dave was coming out of the kitchen.

And in his hands were two bowls of noodles.

Yes. Noodles.

Laurent blinked. She wasn’t imagining things, was she?

Dave, however, seemed completely unaware of Laurent’s shock. He simply looked at her and said matter-of-factly,

"You’re up? Go freshen up and have breakfast."

Laurent found the scene before her utterly bizarre. She stared at Dave in a daze for a solid thirty seconds before abruptly rushing into the kitchen.

She needed to see what kind of disaster he had left in the kitchen she had just cleaned.

In all of Laurent’s memories, Dave had never cooked before. Not once.

Every image she had of the kitchen involved her bustling around, preparing meals—while he simply sat back, eating whatever was placed in front of him. His cooking skills were basically nonexistent.

So, the idea of him making noodles? Terrifying.

She was genuinely worried about the state of the kitchen, especially since this house belonged to Adeline.

But to her utter shock... the kitchen was completely intact.

Laurent still couldn’t believe that Dave had actually managed to cook two bowls of noodles. She stood there, staring blankly at the pot.

"Go freshen up," Dave drawled lazily, leaning against the doorframe. "Noodles don’t taste good if they sit too long."

Laurent turned back to look at him, her expression still filled with disbelief. Dave chuckled.

"Don’t look at me like that. I did make them. But I’ll admit—breakfast is the only thing I know how to cook, and this is the simplest one."

The look in her eyes made it obvious—she did not believe he could cook. But the truth was, he had.

For the past six months, whenever he had free time, he had been learning how to cook from Tiffany. Of course, most of the time, he was far too busy with work. But whenever he had a spare moment, he made the effort.

And every time, Lilian would sit on the side, snacking and mocking him.

"If you had known this would happen, why didn’t you just do better back then?"

But Dave never got angry.

Because he needed Lilian’s help.

He needed her to tell him what Laurent liked to eat.

So, he had put in the effort—learning how to make a few specific dishes.

The ones Laurent loved the most.

After hearing his explanation, Laurent wasn’t sure whether she should praise him or laugh at him.

Well, at least he was honest—he admitted outright that the only thing he could make was noodles.

Seeing that she remained silent, Dave spoke again.

"But don’t worry, I’ll learn to make other breakfasts when I have time. I won’t make you eat noodles every day."

Laurent instantly bristled like a startled cat. Annoyed and furious, she shot him a sharp glare before turning on her heels and marching out of the kitchen to wash up.

Who was he planning a future with?!

How could he be this shameless?!

After freshening up, Laurent woke her daughter, helped her wash up, and got her dressed. Finally, the mother and daughter sat down at the dining table—along with Dave.

A family of three, having breakfast together.

The food was actually quite good.

When she finished eating, Laurent gave a neutral but genuine response: "Thank you."

After breakfast, Dave took their daughter to school, while Laurent drove herself to work.

The scene of the three of them parting ways in front of the building sent ripples through Laurent’s heart.

Because it was just too warm, too peaceful.

If...

If they had never divorced, what would their life be like now?

Would they still be polite and distant with each other?

Or would they have gradually grown closer—peaceful, like this? Warm, like this?

Laurent didn’t let herself dwell on the thought.

Because what was the point?

Life had no ifs, and there was no going back.

The past was the past.

As long as the future could be happy, that was enough.