You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 260- ready for it

On the way back to her place, the two of them remained silent throughout the journey.

However, the so-called big boss didn’t put down his cigarette, puffing out smoke that left Lilian coughing uncontrollably, though she dared not say a word. Several times, she wanted to ask him to stop smoking, but she hesitated. After all, they no longer had any connection, and telling him to stop would feel too intimate, so she endured it.

Finally, when they reached her place, she parked the car and immediately jumped out, taking deep breaths of fresh air. After inhaling all that secondhand smoke, she felt like she might have lost a few years off her life. She couldn’t help but feel a little angry—she was very protective of her health, after all.

The big boss slowly got out of the car, casting a cold glance at Lilian, who was still coughing but had no words of complaint. Inwardly, he snorted. She deserved it, pretending nothing had happened.

After regaining her composure, Lilian quickly turned to him and said, "Thank you for the ride, Morrison. You can see I’m fine now, so you don’t need to worry anymore."

With that, she was about to head upstairs.

The big boss, extinguishing his cigarette, followed her. "The elevator is the most dangerous place. You never know which floor someone might be lurking on, ready to make a move."

His words gave Lilian a creepy feeling, and she instinctively hugged herself and rubbed her arms. "Is that for real? It can’t be that scary, right?"

It sounded like something only found in TV dramas, not something that could happen in real life.

He merely shot her a cold glance before stepping into the elevator. Lilian had no choice but to follow, trembling a little, and they continued in silence.

At the door of her apartment, Lilian pressed against it, smiling brightly as she looked at the big boss and said, "You don’t think there’s someone hiding in my apartment, do you?"

Although she was a bit naive, she wasn’t stupid.

If the big boss started saying there might be someone inside her apartment and insisted on checking it, the situation would take a weird turn. After all, who invites their ex-boyfriend in like that? So she preemptively stopped him at the door, hoping to avoid any awkwardness.

Morrison, who had lived for over thirty years, found himself in an unprecedented situation—being rejected by a woman at the door, and before he even had the chance to suggest entering her apartment. His pride was hurt, and his face immediately darkened.

He hadn’t yet decided how to punish this heartless girl when she quickly opened the door, slipping inside, leaving only a small gap as she flashed a cheeky smile and said, "Morrison, thanks for sending me home tonight. I’ll have my brother treat you to dinner sometime."

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut, leaving no room for further words.

Outside, Morrison’s face darkened completely. His pride and self-respect kicked in, and he turned on his heels, striding away without a second glance.

Not only had she rejected him at the door, but after he had gone out of his way to drop her off, she had the nerve to suggest her brother would treat him to a meal? Did he look like her brother’s chauffeur?

He had never encountered such a heartless woman before.

As for Lilian, she felt perfectly justified in her actions.

They had broken up, so there was no reason to keep things ambiguous. Continuing any form of flirtation would only end up hurting both of them.

As for having her brother treat him to a meal, that was just the right thing to do. After all, hadn’t it been her brother who asked him to make sure she got home safely? So, in her eyes, it made perfect sense for her brother to return the favor.

That evening, after work, Dave and Laurent, along with their daughter, went to Tiffany’s place. Laurent, having heard that Tiffany was sick, insisted on going to visit her. They also bought some ingredients, knowing that Tiffany would likely be too weak to cook for herself. Laurent decided to cook dinner there for them all.

When they arrived, Tiffany, looking frail, greeted them at the door before returning to her bedroom to rest against the headboard.

Dave, immediately concerned, followed her into the room, his worry apparent.

"Didn’t the doctor come by?" he asked.

Tiffany smiled weakly. "Yes, the doctor came and prescribed some medicine, but... I’m getting older. My body just doesn’t hold up like it used to."

She hadn’t expected her cold to be this severe. During the day, she had a mild fever, which left her feeling weak, her head pounding and her body aching. Though the medicine had helped a little, she still felt pain in every joint and bone. She couldn’t deny it anymore—she was aging. When she was younger, a cold like this would pass on its own without any medicine.

Dave, seeing his mother’s condition, felt his heart ache for her. "How about we take you to the hospital? If it gets worse, we should consider hospitalization."

Tiffany shook her head. "Going to the hospital will just mean an IV drip and some antibiotics. I don’t want to do that. I’m uncomfortable, yes, but I’ll push through. It’ll pass soon."

Laurent, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. "Once we eat, I’ll make you some corn soup. I think this weather change, with the sudden cold, might have caught you off guard."

Tiffany was touched by the thoughtfulness. "Thank you."

Laurent smiled warmly. "There’s no need to thank me. You’ve always been kind to me, so it’s the least I can do."

Tiffany had always treated Laurent with respect and care, and Laurent felt it was only right to return that kindness.

Laurent worked quietly in the kitchen, preparing the soup for Tiffany. Dave stayed with his mother, his mind heavy with thoughts he needed to share. He had been contemplating the best way to inform her about Bert’s return, and decided it was better coming from him rather than Daniel or Bert himself. He didn’t want Tiffany to be caught off guard, and hoped his telling her first would soften the blow and reduce any negative feelings she might harbor towards Daniel.

He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice calm but serious. "Bert’s back."

Tiffany froze for a moment, then, almost involuntarily, a smirk spread across her face. "Is that so? I knew it. He wouldn’t just let things go that easily."

The memory of learning about Daniel’s son, Bert, had almost driven Tiffany to madness years ago. Now, after so much time had passed, she could face it with a certain level of calmness. Time had indeed healed many wounds. But even with that calmness, the pain still lingered beneath the surface.

Dave watched his mother closely, his heart aching for her. "I just wanted to let you know that he’s back. You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll handle it."

He hesitated for a moment, then added, "If he contacts you or tries to get in touch, just ignore him. He’s just trying to make things harder for us, to make us miserable."

Dave wanted to prepare his mother for whatever petty tactics Bert might use. He didn’t believe Bert would take any drastic action this time around—he had already tried and failed many times before, like his recent failed attempt to take control of Washington.

All of Bert’s moves had been unsuccessful so far, and now, it seemed, he was resorting to these small, annoying tactics. He might try to talk business with Laurent or show up to provoke Daniel, but Dave was ready for it.

Tiffany nodded, her expression hardening. "I know. And I won’t let him get to me. Not anymore."