You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 234- incredibly alluring
The torrential rain cut off everything from the outside world, and it felt as though only the two of them remained in this vast space, their bodies intertwined on the big bed, tangled together in a passionate embrace.
In the midst of the chaos of emotions, a small trace of regret flashed across Laurent’s mind. This trip was meant to test him, yet she found herself falling into his embrace before it had even truly begun.
From the moment he gently let her lean on him at the airport, to the moment she woke up and found his jacket draped over her, she had already begun to succumb.
This is wrong, wrong, this is really wrong.
But she simply couldn’t resist him, neither physically nor emotionally—bit by bit, she was moving closer to him.
Because it was tropical, every room was air-conditioned to the max, but by the time they were done, both of them were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Laurent fared a little better, as her physical exertion had been minimal throughout; Dave had held all the control, and his sweat had dripped onto her.
Laurent took a deep breath to calm herself before pushing him to take a shower. Dave was still hovering above her, and at her words, he leaned down to bite her lip, protesting playfully.
"Already pushing me away after just enjoying yourself?"
Laurent’s face flushed at his words, "Please, stop talking, okay?"
Why did he have to be so shameless now, pushing her deeper into the pit?
She had enjoyed it, but hadn’t he?
Dave’s face was filled with a teasing smile.
"Mm, I won’t say anything more, I’ll just listen to you."
He leaned in close to her, whispering softly,
"I like hearing you say, ’use more force’..."
Laurent, furious, grabbed the pillow beside her and hit him hard in the face with it.
The heavy rain lasted almost an entire day, and Dave and Laurent were stuck in the hotel. After their morning lovemaking, they each took a shower, then lazily snuggled in the big bed, making phone calls to their family to report that they were safe.
At the end, Laurent video-called her daughter. The two of them lay on the bed, with Dave holding Laurent from behind, his face very close to hers as they tried to get both of their faces in the frame for their daughter to see.
The little girl’s voice was tinged with a hint of jealousy, "Hmph, now you two are fine, and you don’t care about me anymore."
Laurent couldn’t help but laugh, "Not at all, Mommy’s favorite will always be Emma."
Laurent was speaking the truth—before having children, her focus was more on her relationship with Dave, constantly in a love-drenched bubble, feeling like nothing was ever enough.
But after having a child, her whole heart and mind were filled with thoughts of her daughter. Her partner, in her eyes, no longer seemed as sweet and intense as it once did.
Laurent’s words made the little girl smile, her eyes crinkling in happiness, but they made the man behind her dissatisfied. He gave her waist a playful squeeze. Laurent turned her head to look at him in his embrace, "What are you doing?"
Dave muttered in protest, "What do you mean your favorite is Emma? What about me?"
Laurent couldn’t be bothered to answer him. Not only had she not agreed to make up with him, but even if they did, her daughter would always be the most important thing in her heart.
The little girl on the other end noticed Dave whispering into Laurent’s ear and protested with dissatisfaction,
"What are you two whispering about?"
Her jealous expression resembled Dave’s, though it was unclear who she was jealous of—was it Laurent, or was it Dave?
Before Laurent could say anything, Dave suddenly leaned closer to the camera and said to the little girl,
"Daddy loves you, Daddy misses you too."
Laurent: "..."
Was he really being this childish?
He would get jealous and upset when she said her favorite was their daughter, but she wouldn’t get jealous because he was filled with thoughts of their daughter.
In fact, she actually hoped that he would give their daughter as much love as possible, not because of anything else, but because their daughter was their child, and she deserved all their love. There was no room for jealousy.
The two of them continued their video call with their daughter for a little while before ending the conversation. At the end, the little girl pouted and blew them a kiss, saying goodbye. After Laurent hung up, she suddenly felt a wave of vulnerability,
"I miss Emma so much..."
Dave, lying on the bed with his arms behind his head, sighed softly,
"I miss her too."
Dave truly missed his daughter. Although he pretended to be jealous of her, deep down, he was thinking about the little girl with all his heart.
He missed her cute little face, her soft features, her warm words, and even her spoiled temper when she threw a tantrum. No matter what form she took, he loved her.
He regretted and felt remorseful for not taking her seriously during those years, but he was also grateful—grateful that he realized his feelings in time and returned to her side before her mind and memories fully matured, so he could give her all the fatherly love she deserved, ensuring that her future would be without any regrets.
Laurent, watching Dave in this state, thinking about how the little girl had never held any grudges against him, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Perhaps this was the bond of blood, thicker than water.
Since it had been raining continuously, their activities were confined to the hotel.
With nothing else to do, Laurent took a nap in the morning, while Dave went to the gym by himself.
They had lunch at the hotel restaurant, enjoying a local seafood feast.
In the afternoon, Dave suggested they go to the hotel’s indoor swimming pool. Laurent thought it was a good idea, so she pulled out her swimsuit and got ready to go.
Laurent chose a simple black one, nothing special.
However, as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To her, it seemed like just a normal swimsuit, maybe even something other men wouldn’t think much of. But in Dave’s eyes, she looked slim, with fair skin, and incredibly alluring.







