You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 241- A big liar

Dave didn’t just punish her fiercely on the bed—he deliberately teased her, holding back just as she was about to reach her peak, making her beg, making her say every sweet word he wanted to hear before finally granting her release and sending her over the edge.

Laurent was nearly driven insane by his torment. Her body arched as she clung to him, whimpering and pleading. By the time it was over, her throat was hoarse from all the cries and gasps. She swore she would never again provoke his dominance in such a way.

After their intense passion, they spent half the day resting in the room. Laurent had no idea what Dave had been up to—she had simply collapsed on the bed and fallen into a deep sleep.

A Night at the Bar

That evening, after dinner, Dave fulfilled Laurent’s request and took her to a local bar—a place of dazzling lights, indulgence, and revelry.

Laurent hadn’t been to a place like this in years. Back in her university days, she had occasionally gone with Vivian, Leonardo, and Frank, but after graduation, marriage, and motherhood, bars had become a thing of the past.

For one, as Dave’s wife, such places no longer felt appropriate for her. Secondly, having a child left her with neither time nor reason to go. And most importantly—she simply no longer had the desire for it.

Now, stepping back into this environment after so many years, she felt strangely out of place. Her first instinct was to leave. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

But since she was the one who had insisted on coming, leaving within two minutes would seem ridiculous. So, after they found a place to sit, she quickly ordered herself a drink, trying to mask her discomfort.

Dave, on the other hand, had been against coming in the first place. Even back home, he rarely visited such places unless it was absolutely necessary for business—usually when an important client preferred discussing deals over a few drinks at a bar.

But since Laurent was excited, he chose to indulge her.

With him by her side, she could do whatever she wanted. If she had come alone, there was no way he would have allowed it.

At the center of the bar, the DJ was hyping up the crowd. People were dancing wildly, lost in the music.

At first, Laurent still felt a little out of place. But after a while, she started to loosen up. The infectious energy of the crowd seeped into her, and before she knew it, she found herself itching to dance.

Dave’s cold expression instantly extinguished her enthusiasm.

"Don’t even think about it. Sit here and just watch."

There was no way in hell he was going to let her dance in a place like this—where a crowd of men could leer at her figure and beauty. He would have to be insane to allow it. The fact that he even agreed to come to the bar tonight was already pushing his limits.

Laurent pouted in protest, but Dave cut her off with a firm warning.

"Either we leave right now, or you sit here and drink like a good girl."

Laurent was still caught up in the excitement of the night and had no desire to leave. So, she reluctantly gave up on dancing and resorted to drinking instead.

Dave, on the other hand, barely touched his drink—only sipping it occasionally. He rarely drank, not because he couldn’t handle alcohol, but because he knew that between the two of them, one had to stay sober.

And that prson had to be him.

As long as he remained clear-headed, he could protect her.

So, while Laurent drank glass after glass, Dave simply nursed his drink.

The result of spending half the night in a bar? Laurent got completely wasted.

At first, she had only wanted a few drinks to enjoy the night. But as the alcohol settled in, her initial buzz turned into genuine intoxication. And once that happened, she became even more eager to drink.

One drink turned into another.

And another.

When Dave refused to order her more, she pouted and complained.

Some people just had that kind of drinking habit—once they reached a certain level of tipsiness, they only wanted more, drinking and drinking until they were completely hammered.

Seeing her constantly demanding more drinks, Dave sighed and decided to let her be.

After all, this was supposed to be a night of indulgence, just this once.

Besides, even if he wanted to stop her, he couldn’t.

Whenever he refused to buy her another drink, she would glare at him with that cold little face, ignore him completely, and even accuse him of not loving her enough—saying that if he really did, he would spoil her.

Dave knew she was just drunk and talking nonsense, but he couldn’t stand hearing those words from her lips.

So, in the end, he gave in.

Fine. Let her drink.

Dave supported Laurent out of the bar, intending to get her into the car and drive her back.

But the moment they reached the vehicle, she suddenly squatted down by the car and started crying, sobbing softly as she cursed at him.

"Dave, you liar!"

Dave raised an amused brow, standing nearby like a silent guardian, watching over her antics.

He knew she was drunk, so he let her rant all she wanted.

Laurent sat there, muttering to herself.

"You... big liar!"

"You lied to me! You said this trip was to see if we were really compatible! You said if we weren’t, you’d let me go when we got back!"

"And look what happened!"

She sniffled, her words oddly coherent despite her drunken state, as she accused him with perfect logic.

"You deliberately treated me so well and spoiled me so much that I’d feel like I couldn’t live without you!"

"You made me fall deeper and deeper for you on purpose! So that when we go back, I won’t be able to say さよならto you!"

She even threw in a random Japanese word at the end.

Dave couldn’t help but chuckle at her drunken reasoning.

That’s right, she analyzed it correctly; that was his purpose all along.

When he first persuaded her to travel, he deliberately said that if it wasn’t suitable, they would just let it go, which made her let down her guard completely.

Then, once they were out, he did everything he could to be kind to her, to make her feel his love, and to make her see his true feelings for her. He wanted to capture her heart in the shortest time possible, so that once she went back, she would never have the chance to break up with him.

Isn’t there a saying? A smart man will pamper his woman to the point that no other man can accept her, and then she will be bound to stay with him.

Now, he was practicing that saying with his actions, pampering her in every way.

"You’re a liar! A big liar!"

Laurent squatted there, repeatedly saying these words. But in her mind, what she was really thinking about were all the good things he had done for her these past few days.

To put it simply, she was feeling somewhat conflicted, saying he was a liar but actually acknowledging his feelings deep inside.

Of course, Dave could sense her internal contradiction. He stepped forward, helped her up, and held her close.

"Good girl, let’s go back."

Laurent sobbed against his chest.

"I want to eat barbecue..."

Dave could tell she was completely drunk now.

Still, he gently supported her waist and coaxed her softly.

"Okay, let’s get in the car. I’ll take you for barbecue."

Finally, Laurent quieted down, letting him guide her into the car, where she sat quietly.

Dave drove her away, and Laurent fell asleep with her eyes closed. Or rather, she was drunk and passed out.

Dave glanced at her, then drove straight back to their villa.

When Dave picked her up out of the car, Laurent groggily woke up for a moment, leaning against him and muttering.

"I want another drink..."

Dave couldn’t help but laugh. Her alcohol tolerance was terrible—she was this drunk and still asking for more.

"Alright, I’ll get you another drink."