You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 217- once divorced, there’s no reuniting
Laurent knew that Lilian worked at Morrison, but she was still surprised to see Morrison here so late at night. Seeing Lilian acting so professional, Laurent hesitated but walked over to ask Morrison,
"Are you... looking for me?"
Morrison chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, I heard you were here, so I came to check on you. Was today’s incident too much for you?"
What could Morrison say at this point? He could only keep up appearances, quickly handing over a box of pastries that he had been holding.
"I brought something for you, just to help calm your nerves."
Laurent glanced at the packaging of the pastries—Burg Eltz, a famous bakery known for its desserts. Laurent wasn’t really fond of sweets, but out of courtesy, she smiled and accepted them.
"Thank you."
Then she turned and glanced towards the room, somewhat uncertainly inviting him.
"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
The reason Laurent was uncertain was that this was Lilian’s home, and she wasn’t sure if inviting Morrison in was appropriate.
However, Morrison quickly declined.
"No need. I just came to check on you. As for the matter with Clark, don’t worry. I’ve already spoken to Dave. His suggestion is to go as hard as possible."
"Then I’ll leave it to you," Laurent said.
Thinking of Clark, Laurent couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Hearing that Dave had suggested going as hard as possible, Laurent knew that Dave was really taking a ruthless approach with Clark this time.
Morrison didn’t say anything else and turned to leave. Laurent carried the box of pastries back into the house, feeling more and more perplexed as she thought about it
She called out towards Lilian’s bedroom.
"Lilian, do you want to come out and have some pastries?"
If she remembered correctly, she thought this brand of pastries was Lilian’s favorite?
Lilian walked out of the room, glanced at the box of pastries, and shook her head in disdain.
"I’m not eating them. I’m on a diet!"
After having dinner at Lilian’s place and putting her daughter to bed, Laurent drove back to the hospital.
Tiffany, after all, was getting older and wasn’t suited for staying up late to care for a patient.
Outside of Dave’s hospital room, Laurent ran into Daniel, who was waiting. She was a bit puzzled.
"Daniel, why aren’t you going in?"
Daniel’s expression was a bit awkward.
"I’ve already been in. I’m just waiting outside."
Laurent instantly understood what Daniel meant—he had probably visited Dave earlier and hadn’t left because he was waiting to leave with Tiffany when she came out.
Not saying anything further, Laurent knocked and entered the room. She had spoken to Tiffany earlier, telling her that she would stay with the patient so Tiffany could go home and rest, as she had already taken leave from Matthew.
When Tiffany saw her, they exchanged pleasantries, and then Tiffany stood up to leave. Outside, she ran into Daniel, who was still waiting there.
Tiffany was a bit taken aback since Daniel had already visited and left a long time ago—at least an hour had passed. She hadn’t expected him to still be there.
When Daniel saw Tiffany come out, he walked over to her.
"It’s getting late, let me take you home."
Tiffany smiled distantly.
"Thank you for the kind offer, but I don’t think I need it. I’m an old lady now; there won’t be any safety issues."
She said this and turned to leave. Daniel followed her, continuing with her earlier words.
"You’re not old at all. In my eyes, you’re not old at all."
Tiffany chuckled and shook her head. At her age, hearing such sweet talk felt really out of place.
Tiffany ignored Daniel and quietly walked towards the elevator, her bag slung over her shoulder. Daniel silently followed her
Tiffany didn’t speak because she didn’t want to talk to Daniel, nor did she have anything to say.
Daniel, on the other hand, didn’t speak because he was sticking to his decision—he was going to take her home. If it had been another time, he would’ve let her leave on her own, but now, in the middle of the night, it was too unsafe.
Although Tiffany had joked about being an old lady and not having any safety issues, there were so many unexpected accidents these days. Who could predict what would happen the next second?
And so, Daniel followed Tiffany into the elevator, and they made their way to the hospital entrance without saying a word.
Tiffany stood outside, waiting for a taxi, and Daniel stood by her side, keeping her company.
Tiffany was a little helpless and turned to look at him, asking,
"Why are you following me?"
"I told you," Daniel said, "I’m taking you home." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Daniel was being stubborn.
"Either you get in my car, or I’ll take a cab and drive you back."
Daniel had driven himself to the hospital, and his car was parked in the lot. He had originally planned to drive Tiffany home, but she had refused. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to let her go alone, so the two of them stood awkwardly at the taxi stand, waiting.
Tiffany was too tired to argue, so she simply replied that she didn’t need his help and turned away to continue waiting for the taxi.
A taxi pulled up in front of them. Tiffany opened the back door, bent down, and got in. Daniel, however, opened the front door and sat down without a word. Tiffany was furious.
"Get out!"
Daniel ignored her and gave the driver their destination. The driver, probably thinking they were just a married couple bickering, agreed and started driving.
Tiffany was seething in the back seat.
"Stop the car, I want to get out!"
The driver tried to calm her down as he continued driving.
"Please, ma’am, don’t make a scene. It’s dangerous, and it’s already so late. You know, it’s not easy for us to get a fare at this hour. So, please, don’t waste my time. If there’s a problem, talk it over when you get home."
The driver’s words struck a chord with Daniel, filling him with a bitter feeling.
Home?
Ever since she moved out, home no longer felt like home, and it was as if he no longer had a home at all.
What was there to talk about once they got home?
The car drove on, and Tiffany slowly calmed down in the back seat. The driver had a point—there was no need for her to let her issues with Daniel affect someone else’s business.
But at least she was relieved to see that the address Daniel gave the driver was her own place, not Burg Eltz. If it had been, she would have really jumped out of the car.
The taxi sped through the colorful lights of the night, with Tiffany and Daniel sitting in silence, one in the front seat and the other in the back.
When the taxi reached Tiffany’s place, Daniel paid for the fare, and they both got out. The taxi drove off.
Tiffany turned to look at Daniel.
"Thank you."
Daniel gazed at the woman, indifferent and distant in the night, and his heart ached with a bitter sadness.
"Tiffany, we’re both getting older, half our lives already behind us. Why do we have to keep pushing each other to this point of coldness?"
"I admit, when I was young, I was reckless, and I hurt you in so many ways, but for a long, long time now, all I’ve wanted is to live a peaceful life with you."
But no matter how sorrowful or sincere Daniel’s words were, all he received in response was the indifferent figure of Tiffany turning away, walking away without a word.
Daniel stood there, feeling deflated, watching her retreating figure disappear up the stairs. Only when he saw the lights in her apartment window turn on did he turn away, helpless.
He walked a few steps before suddenly stopping. He turned back to look at her window, overwhelmed by an impulse to stand there all night, wondering if she would soften, if she would feel sorry for him, just like Laurent felt sorry for her son who had taken a blow for her.
But in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to stay and walked away.
