You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 265- Bert, you pervert!

Laurent drove to a pharmacy near the hotel to buy some stomach medicine. After coming out, she suddenly remembered that Bert hadn’t eaten yet. Out of a moment of kindness, she stopped by a nearby shop and picked up some food.

Carrying the items, she headed to Bert’s room. After knocking for quite a while, the door finally opened—it was Bert, looking pale as a sheet. Laurent frowned.

"Where’s the driver? Why didn’t he let you rest properly?"

She naturally assumed the driver would answer the door. Given Bert’s condition, he should be sitting or lying down.

But Bert merely glanced at her and suddenly yanked her into the room. Even though he was in the middle of a stomach episode, the strength in his pull was surprisingly forceful. Laurent stumbled inside, barely managing to keep hold of the bags.

Then, she saw the driver lying on the sofa inside the room.

A wave of alarm surged through her. She turned toward Bert in shock and horror.

"What did you do to him?"

D-Did he... kill someone?

Laurent suddenly recalled how Clark once stabbed her with a knife in a fit of madness. And Bert... he had lived with that demon Clark for years. Birds of a feather flock together—these two had to be lunatics!

But Bert just gave a light laugh.

"Don’t be afraid. I just gave him something to drink to make him sleep for a while, that’s all."

Laurent threw the medicine and food to the ground and bolted toward the door. Of course Bert wasn’t going to let her escape. He lunged forward and dragged her back with one swift motion. Laurent struggled with all her might.

"Bert, do you have any conscience at all? The driver and I have been taking care of you because of your stomach problem. I went out to get you medicine and food, and this is how you repay us?!"

Bert ignored her resistance. With one hand he held onto her, and with the other he took her phone out of her pocket. Then he dragged her into the bathroom and shoved her inside, locking the door from the outside.

His voice came in faintly through the door, eerie and cold.

"I’m not so far gone as to commit murder or arson. I locked you in here just to make Dave go crazy with worry. Hahahahaha—"

Laurent was on the verge of losing it. She pounded on the door with all her strength.

"Bert, you pervert! You lunatic! Let me out!"

From outside came Bert’s voice, suddenly dark and threatening.

"I can guarantee your safety for now. But if you keep shouting like that, I can’t make any promises. You know what people are capable of when they lose control."

A chill ran down Laurent’s spine. She froze, fear surging through her, and slowly, the panic gave way to silence.

They say discretion is the better part of valor. Since Bert had already warned her, there was no point in pushing him further—she had to stay quiet.

And honestly, she needed a moment to calm down—to really think about what to do next.

She stopped yelling, turned around, and lowered the toilet lid. Then she sat down, completely drained, rubbing her forehead and trying to force herself to stay calm and think of a plan.

Outside, Bert seemed to notice her silence. After a moment, she heard footsteps retreating. He was probably going to take his medicine.

Sure enough, a while later, he returned. This time, his voice was lighter, almost cheerful.

"The buns and porridge were delicious. Thanks."

Laurent burned with rage on the inside, but forced herself to stay silent. She couldn’t risk provoking him again.

Kindness really doesn’t get you anything, does it? She had bought food for him out of concern for his stomach, and he locked her up in here—tormenting both her and the man she loved.

She had told her parents she’d be home for dinner. If she didn’t show up, they’d definitely call. And if they found out what was happening now, they’d be worried sick.

And then there was Dave.

That afternoon, they had talked on the phone. She told him not to come, and he simply said, "We’ll see."

Even if he didn’t show up, he would definitely call her in the evening. And if he couldn’t reach her, he’d only get more worried.

Remembering what Bert had said earlier—that he locked her up just to make Dave suffer—Laurent grew restless again. She had never, in her entire life, wished so desperately that Dave wouldn’t call her. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

If he didn’t call, then he wouldn’t know what she was going through. He wouldn’t get anxious or upset. Bert’s plan would fall apart. And there was no way Bert could keep her locked up for days on end... right?

But, as always, what she feared the most was exactly what came next.

Her phone started ringing out in the living room. Laurent’s heart jumped, but she forced herself to stay calm. She swallowed the panic and tried to reason with Bert through the door.

"Bert, what is it that you really want? Hurting us like this—does it actually make you feel better?"

"They say every force has an equal and opposite reaction. Isn’t it the same with pain? You hurt us, but you don’t seem to be doing so well yourself either."

She was trying to get into his head, using words as her weapon.

But Bert cut her off, voice sharp and cold.

"Shut up!"

"Your suffering has nothing to do with me. Watching you suffer makes me happy. It’s as simple as that."

"But you had to plan all this. You had to think it through. Would you really go to all this trouble if you weren’t hurting too?"

Laurent’s voice was steady, calm—deliberately so.

Earlier, when Bert had left to take his medicine and eat, Laurent had spent that time thinking—really thinking. She tried to analyze what was going on in Bert’s mind, though she had no idea if she was anywhere close to the truth.

From the moment she learned of Bert’s existence, all she had heard was how he was constantly in some kind of battle with Dave—fighting for control of Washington Co., fighting over women, competing in business. He even made a habit of provoking Daniel, once even angering him to the point of fainting.

All of Bert’s behavior, in Laurent’s eyes, could be summed up in one word: **childish**.

Her own daughter, Emma Washington, would sometimes do things to purposely annoy her—just to get her attention. It was the same pattern.

So Laurent came to a conclusion: everything Bert was doing, it was all just a desperate cry for attention from his father, Daniel—a plea for love.

After all, Bert wasn’t Daniel’s only son. There was Dave, equally capable—perhaps even more outstanding. And over time, Daniel had grown increasingly distant from Bert and his mother. Add to that the fact that Bert had been exiled overseas for being an illegitimate child... Laurent realized that if she had lived through that, she might have ended up just as obsessive and immature.

At the heart of it, Bert was simply someone **starved for love**.

"Bert," Laurent said cautiously, "sometimes I think you’re even more childish than my four-year-old daughter."

She let that sink in, then continued gently.

"You want your father’s attention. But shouldn’t you try to earn it in a way that actually works?"

"If you succeeded—built something of your own, accomplished something great—he’d be proud of you. And of course he’d pay attention to you."

"But when you keep hurting the people around him, all you’re doing is pushing him further away, aren’t you?"

Laurent wasn’t sure if her analysis of Bert’s mind was right. But she had no other options left—nothing else to try. So why not give it a shot? Maybe she could lead him toward a better path.

Outside the bathroom door, her phone continued to ring.

She finished speaking, heart pounding, and held her breath—waiting to see how Bert would respond.

Bert stood outside the door in silence for a while, then let out a cold laugh.

"You self-righteous woman."

And with that, he walked away.

Laurent heard him answer her phone. She had no idea whether it was her parents or Dave calling.

"Hello!"

The moment Bert spoke, Laurent knew—it was her parents. If it had been Dave, he would never have used such a formal tone.

"I’m Miss Laurent’s client," Bert said smoothly. "We haven’t finished discussing our business, so she might have to work overtime."

Laurent was furious. He was outright lying without even blinking.

"Where is she?"

It must’ve been her parents asking, because he chuckled and answered politely,

"She just went to print some documents. I picked up because I didn’t want you to worry."

"Yes, of course, I’ll have her call you back once she returns."

Then he hung up.

Laurent’s heart twisted painfully. She couldn’t sit still.

She was torn—desperately hoping Dave would sense something was wrong and come find her, yet at the same time wishing he wouldn’t find out at all, so he wouldn’t have to suffer like this.

"Since he called you this afternoon, it’s been hours now," Bert’s voice drifted through the bathroom door, laced with mockery. "Funny how he hasn’t called you again. Guess you’re not that important to him after all."

Laurent let out a cold laugh.

"Does loving someone mean you have to call them all day long? If that were the case, then no one would get anything done. Just spend every waking moment whispering sweet nothings—who needs to make money or raise a family, right?"

Her sarcasm caught Bert off guard. But then he laughed—maliciously.

"Keep running your mouth like that, and I might just throw you on the bed. See if you’re still so clever then."

Laurent fell silent instantly.

Bert was a lunatic. God only knew what he was actually capable of. The thought alone made her stomach turn.

Just then, her phone rang again—and her heart seized with dread all over again.