You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 211- He was willing to die for her?
Laurent felt guilty seeing that Dave had been waiting for her all this time. She walked over and apologized sincerely.
"Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."
Dave snapped out of his thoughts, glanced at her, then closed his laptop.
"It’s fine. It’s the weekend anyway."
Then he asked, "Are you hungry?"
She had been sleeping since morning and had missed lunch.
Now that he mentioned it, Laurent realized she actually was quite hungry. Dave stood up.
"Let’s go. Wash up, and we’ll head out for a meal. After that, we’ll go buy Emma’s gift."
Laurent had originally planned to check the fridge and cook something simple for herself, but Dave had already taken charge of the situation before she could say anything. She had no room to argue.
Left with no choice, she went to freshen up, changed her clothes, and got ready. Then the two of them went out, had dinner at a restaurant, and headed to the mall—just like any ordinary couple.
Except they weren’t a couple anymore.
As they walked, they discussed what gift to buy for their daughter. Dave mentioned that Emma had recently fallen in love with a set of illustrated storybooks. Laurent had also been considering getting something educational instead of clothes or toys. Since Dave’s idea aligned with hers, they decided to head to the bookstore together.
Just as they were about to enter the bookstore, walking side by side, a figure suddenly rushed toward them from out of nowhere.
The person was dressed in black, wearing a large cap and a black mask. As they neared, they suddenly pulled out a dagger and lunged straight at Laurent.
Laurent had her back to the attacker and had no idea what was coming.
It wasn’t until she was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace, shielded by a strong force.
It wasn’t until she heard the muffled groan of pain from the person protecting her.
It wasn’t until the terrified screams of bystanders filled the air, and people scattered in panic.
Only then did Laurent twist around in his arms, frantically turning to see what had happened.
She saw a sharp dagger embedded in Dave’s shoulder, bright red blood seeping through his gray coat. She saw his brows knitted tightly, his face drained of all color from the pain.
And she saw that the attacker, the woman dressed entirely in black, was Clark.
Clark’s face was twisted in rage, and she was lunging toward them again.
Even though he was injured, Dave still held onto Laurent, shielding her as best he could. But in that moment, Laurent didn’t know where the strength came from—perhaps it was pure instinct, or perhaps it was the years of suffering Clark had put them through.
As Clark charged forward, Laurent broke free from Dave’s protection and lashed out, slapping Clark across the face with all the force she could muster.
No—it wasn’t just all the strength she had. It was more. A surge of raw fury erupted from deep inside her.
She thought of the torment Clark had put them through all these years, how she and Dave had never been allowed to live in peace.
She thought of the blood soaking through Dave’s coat, the pain he was enduring, the knife wound he had taken for her.
Laurent was utterly ruthless.
Clark crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. The impact was so strong that blood trickled from the corner of her lips. Her head spun, and for a moment, she was too dazed to get up.
Laurent immediately turned back to Dave.
He was gripping the railing beside him for support, his injury searing with a pain so deep it felt like it was cutting through his bones. Even as a grown man, the agony was almost unbearable.
From the moment they had arrived at the restaurant, Dave had sensed someone following them. But he never imagined that Clark would be so deranged—to the point of attempting murder.
When he saw her pull out the knife and lunge at the unsuspecting Laurent, his instincts had taken over.
He had thrown himself around her, shielding her completely.
In that instant, all he felt was terror.
Terror at the thought of that blade piercing through her slender body.
Terror at how much pain she would be in if she got hurt.
Terror at how he could never survive a lifetime without her if something happened to her.
But what he failed to realize was that if something happened to him...
She would spend the rest of her life drowning in pain.
"You—"
Laurent held onto Dave, wanting to ask if he was okay, but the moment she saw his pale face, her eyes turned red, and she couldn’t get a single word out.
"Don’t be afraid... I’m fine..."
Dave struggled to support himself as he reassured her.
Laurent turned her head away, but tears still fell.
Among the onlookers, someone had already called the police, and an ambulance was on the way. The mall security had restrained Clark, but she was still screaming hysterically, her hair disheveled and her face twisted with rage.
"Dave, you actually chose to die for her!"
"You actually chose to die for her! Ah—"
Clark was completely losing her mind.
She had meant to kill Laurent.
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect Dave to take the knife for Laurent instead.
He loved her that much? He was willing to die for her?
Ha...
Dave, who had always been proud and cold, had gone to such insane lengths for that woman named Laurent.
The thought drove Clark mad with jealousy.
She hated Laurent—hated her with a seething, bone-deep fury.
The last time, when their daughter had been in danger, Dave and Laurent’s relationship had completely fallen apart. For more than half a year, they had barely spoken.
Clark had been so pleased.
She had always believed that Dave didn’t truly love Laurent.
She thought he was merely tolerating her for the sake of their daughter, just going through the motions of a relationship.
After all, he was such a proud man—Laurent had given him the cold shoulder time and time again.
Clark was certain that this time, Dave would finally give up on Laurent.
But to her shock, even after all these months, Dave still cared about Laurent in every possible way.
Clark’s people had even captured photos of him—of how he often accompanied the driver to drop their daughter off at Laurent’s place.
And yet, he never got out of the car.
He would just sit there in silence, watching Laurent from a distance.
That image alone sent Clark spiraling into despair.
Only then did she finally understand—
Dave’s silence over the past six months wasn’t because he had abandoned Laurent.
He had been waiting.
Waiting for Laurent to come back to him.
