You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 63- Give me her phone number!

Laurent hadn’t expected Dave to make such a statement. After what happened yesterday, she thought he would immediately go public about their divorce to give Clark legitimacy.

But then she reconsidered. Perhaps he was claiming that he and Clark were just friends to protect Clark. If he admitted to being with Clark, she would undoubtedly be labeled a homewrecker who ruined someone else’s family.

By temporarily stating that he and Clark were just friends, they could ride out this storm. Later, the two of them could be together openly, without any rumors or accusations.

Truly, when someone loves another deeply, they’re willing to defy the world for them.

Laurent didn’t respond to Vivian in the group chat. She had nothing to say. He could make whatever statements he wanted.

Marylin, on the other hand, seemed to genuinely be fed up with Vivian constantly bringing up Dave. She bluntly replied:

"Vivian, why haven’t you had your baby yet?"

Vivian replied:

"Any day now! If one day you suddenly don’t see me, it means I’ve gone into labor."

Zoey chimed in:

"Make sure to let us know after the baby is born so I can plan ahead and take leave to visit you."

Vivian, deeply moved, responded:

"You’d actually come back just to visit me after I have my baby?"

Marylin teased her:

"Honestly, we’re just coming back to see Laurent, haha."

Zoey added a sneaky smile emoji, and Vivian protested indignantly:

"I knew it! I’m not even in your hearts!"

Watching them joke around and chat so cheerfully in the group, Laurent felt a warm sense of comfort.

Losing Dave didn’t mean she had nothing left. She still had the friendship of her friends and the love of her family. For their sake, she should work even harder to improve herself.

As for the cold remarks, ridicule, or pity-filled comments under the news posts about her, she wouldn’t pay them any mind.

Whether they saw her as good or bad was up to them. Their mouths were their own, and she couldn’t control them. Why trouble herself over it? She’d rather spend that time learning and growing.

That evening, Dave left work early to pick up his daughter from kindergarten. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to suggest taking her out for dinner when she climbed into the car and announced her plan.

"Daddy, I want roasted chicken and salmon for dinner tonight. Is that okay?"

Dave froze.

His cooking skills barely extended beyond this morning’s sandwiches. Roasted chicken and salmon? That was way out of his league.

As he frowned and hesitated, his daughter, sitting in the back seat, added,

"Is it okay? When Mommy used to pick me up, she would ask me what I wanted for dinner, and then she’d think about what you’d like, too. Once she decided, we’d go grocery shopping together."

Dave’s head throbbed.

He hadn’t slept well the previous night. He’d been busy at work all day, trying to think about what to feed her for dinner, planning breakfast for tomorrow morning, and even researching children’s storybooks to read to her later.

Now, on top of everything, his daughter wanted a gourmet dinner. He was completely overwhelmed.

Dave originally planned to start the car and drive off with his daughter, but after hearing her dinner request, he simply turned off the engine. He turned around to face the little girl and admitted sincerely,

"Emma, Daddy doesn’t know how to cook those two dishes. Even if I tried to learn them today, it would take too long, and if I didn’t succeed, you might miss dinner. How about we go out to eat instead?"

Emma, used to her mom’s excellent cooking, had probably never encountered a situation where she couldn’t eat what she wanted. Hearing his response, her lips quivered, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mommy can cook everything. Why can’t you?"

Her accusation hit Dave squarely, highlighting his inadequacy.

Dave hurried to console her,

"How about this: Daddy will take you out to eat and we can order those two dishes, okay?

"Also, I promise I’ll learn how to cook as soon as I can. In the future, whatever you want to eat, Daddy will make it for you."

Dave worked hard to calm her down, and eventually, Emma held back her tears.

"You promise?"

"Daddy keeps his promises," he reassured her.

Only then did the little girl’s face brighten slightly.

But as Dave started the car and drove off, Emma, from the backseat, huffed and grumbled loudly,

"Stupid Daddy! You can’t even cook. Hmph!"

Her disdain for his lack of cooking skills was fully on display.

Dave sighed helplessly in his heart.

To make sure Emma enjoyed her dinner, he booked a table at the best restaurant in town, all in an effort to win a smile from his little princess.

Dinner went well enough, but later, when they got home, Emma suddenly said she missed her mom and wanted to video call or talk to her. Dave, however, had no way to contact Laurent—no phone number, and she had blocked him entirely. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

When Emma heard that her dad couldn’t reach her mom, her face crumpled with disappointment, and she looked like she was about to cry again.

Frustrated, Dave called Lilian in a panic.

"Give me her number!"

Lilian instantly knew whose number he was asking for and was terrified.

"No way!"

"You heard her the other day—Laurent said if I let you contact her through me again, she’d block me too!"

Dave couldn’t hold back and yelled,

"This isn’t me trying to contact her! Emma wants to talk to her mom!"

Lilian heard Emma’s small, tearful voice from the background.

"Auntie, I want to talk to Mommy..."

Lilian was caught in a dilemma. Giving Dave the number felt wrong, but refusing didn’t feel right either.

Suddenly, an idea struck her. She immediately said into the phone,

"I’ve got it! I’ll come over right now and let Emma use my phone to contact Laurent!"

Dave hung up the phone in exasperation.

"Is this really my sister?" he muttered angrily.

Dave clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening around his phone as he paced back and forth in the living room.The frustration in his chest was like a fire, building with every passing second.

Dave’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. His patience snapped.

"Unbelievable," he muttered through gritted teeth, running a hand through his hair. His frustration simmered, radiating off him like heat, but he forced himself to take a deep breath, unwilling to let Emma see him lose control.

Dave stood still for a moment, his anger still simmering just beneath the surface. He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, trying to calm the storm raging inside him.

Emma, sensing the tension, looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. "Daddy, are you mad?"

Dave blinked, his anger faltering as he looked at her innocent face. He forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"No, sweetheart. I’m just... frustrated." His voice softened as he sat beside her. "But don’t worry, we’ll get through this."

Emma hesitated but then nodded, still clinging to her toy. Dave’s frustration lingered, but for her sake, he pushed it down, focusing on the small comfort he could offer.