You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 74- we’re already divorced

Laurent had just spotted a taxi approaching and raised her hand to flag it down when a Range Rover made a sharp turn from the opposite lane and stopped right in front of her and her daughter. Dave stepped out of the car, his expression cold and rigid.

Laurent hadn’t paid much attention to Dave earlier, so she hadn’t realized he had switched vehicles.

Now, seeing him return so suddenly, she could only think how unpredictable and capricious he was.

She tightened her grip on her daughter’s hand, intending to walk away, but Dave gave her no chance. He strode over, scooped their daughter into his arms, grabbed the little suitcase from Laurent’s hand, and unceremoniously placed both the child and the luggage into the car.

Laurent was left speechless with frustration.

Standing by the car door, Dave glared at her and commanded,

"Get in the car!"

Before Laurent could say anything, he added with a colder tone,

"Or do you want me to throw you in too?"

Faced with his overbearing and unreasonable behavior, Laurent didn’t even feel angry anymore.

Why bother being upset with him? He was just an unpredictable lunatic, and judging by his actions, his condition seemed to be worsening.

Deciding it wasn’t worth the fight, she walked over and got into the car, sitting in the backseat with her daughter. She figured she might as well treat it as a free ride home, especially since she was eager to get her daughter back as quickly as possible.

Dave climbed into the driver’s seat without another word and started the car, driving off in silence.

They hadn’t been on the road long when Laurent’s phone rang. It was Marylin calling to check on how her interview had gone.

Her friends all knew she’d had two interviews—one on Friday morning and another this morning—and had given her plenty of advice and tips based on their own experiences before her interviews.

Laurent was so caught up in her phone conversation with Marylin that she forgot she was in Dave’s car. Excitedly, she shared the good news of her successful interview.

Marylin was thrilled for her, but soon asked why Laurent had ultimately chosen the fashion industry instead of mechanical engineering.

Laurent, still annoyed about her experience, vented to Marylin about the mechanical factory’s lecherous manager. No sooner had she finished speaking than an ear-piercing screech of brakes echoed through the car, sending her body lurching forward. She nearly flew out of the back seat.

Heart pounding, Laurent turned quickly to check on her daughter. Thankfully, the little girl was safe and secure in her car seat, unharmed.

Laurent adjusted her disheveled hair, her face a mix of shock and anger, and snapped at Dave,

"Dave, what’s wrong with you? Why did you slam the brakes like that?"

Dave didn’t even glance back. His voice was cold and sharp as he demanded,

"What’s the name of that factory? And the manager’s name?"

Dave turned around, his face dark with fury, the intensity in his eyes so frightening that Laurent froze mid-question, startled into silence.

"Laurent? Laurent? What’s going on?"

Marylin’s voice called anxiously from the other end of the phone, worried something had happened.

More confusing to Marylin was the realization that Laurent seemed to be with Dave.

Marylin’s call brought Laurent back to her senses. She quickly reassured her friend,

"Marylin, I’m fine. Emma’s dad brought her over to see me today. I’ll explain everything when I get home."

Laurent deliberately referred to Dave as "Emma’s dad," avoiding his name entirely. It was her way of drawing a clear line between them—emphasizing that the only connection they now shared was through their daughter.

Marylin didn’t press further, sensing Laurent’s discomfort.

"Alright, we’ll talk later," Marylin replied, ending the call.

The moment Laurent put her phone down, Dave practically growled through gritted teeth,

"Laurent, did you throw your whole life away, get a divorce, just so you could go out and let old men harass you at work?"

Laurent turned her calm gaze to him, taking in his seething anger.

"Are you done?" she asked flatly.

"If you’re finished, please drive us home."

She found his reaction absurd. What on earth was he angry about?

Was it because of the way that old manager had ogled her?

But why would he care? To him, she was just a woman he’d never love in this lifetime.

Dave was persistent.

"Tell me the name of that factory!"

He was angry.

The moment he heard her describe how that old man lecherously looked at her, he was filled with rage, wanting nothing more than to gouge that old man’s eyes out!

Laurent chuckled softly, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

"Why should I tell you? Are you going to deal with the factory manager?"

Laurent straightened up in the back seat, her smile becoming even more indifferent.

"Dave, what right do you have to deal with him? Don’t say that he hasn’t done anything to me— even if he did, what position do you have to confront him?"

"Don’t forget, we’re already divorced."

She reminded him with a cold tone, enunciating each word.

"Don’t forget that I’m just a woman you’ll never love in your lifetime!"

Then, she turned away, no longer looking at him and offering no further words.

Deep down, she still felt wronged—wronged that all her years of effort had been repaid with such a cold, indifferent remark.

So, in a moment like this, she selfishly let the words slip out.

She had never been able to let go of those words. They shattered everything she once believed about loving and chasing after him. In a way, those words destroyed their marriage.

Dave froze in place.

Why did those words sound so... familiar?

It was almost like something he had said in anger during an argument with his father, Daniel. But how would she know?

He tried to explain something.

"You—"

But Laurent didn’t want to hear any more from him.

"Could you please hurry up and drive? If you don’t, we’ll just get out and take a taxi."

Dave had no choice but to give up. He turned around and started the car, continuing to drive away.

With their daughter still present, this wasn’t the time to discuss these matters.

The factory Laurent had interviewed for was pretty close to her home. It would only take about twenty minutes by bus, and there were direct buses both to and from work, very convenient.

So, it only took a few minutes by car. The car stopped in front of Laurent’s house. After Laurent got out and carried her daughter, Dave had already taken down her daughter’s suitcase. Laurent took it from him, once again thanking him distantly.

"Thank you for your trouble."

She then planned to turn and go inside, but the little girl, excited to see her grandparents, quickly pulled away from her hand and ran up the small path in front of the house, shouting as she ran,

"Grandma, Grandpa—"

"Emma, slow down!"

Laurent, worried her daughter might fall, immediately started to chase after her, but Dave grabbed her arm with a strong grip. Laurent, irritated, struggled.

"What are you doing?"

"We need to talk—"

Dave was still thinking about the words she had just said and felt the need to explain that they were... just words spoken in a moment of anger...

Inside, Cassy, hearing the little girl’s shouts, hurriedly opened the door and came outside.

As the little girl jumped into her arms, Cassy noticed Dave was still holding onto Laurent.

Alex soon followed, and upon seeing Dave holding onto Laurent, he immediately shouted,

"Let go of her!"

Dave still had a lingering fear from the last time Alex acted so violently. Though he was unwilling, he reluctantly released Laurent.

Laurent quickly took a step back, increasing the distance between them, avoiding him like the plague.

"There’s nothing left for us to talk about. Just leave, I’ll take Emma back myself."

With that, she turned and walked toward the house.

At the door, Cassy, holding Emma, was pushing the angry Alex back inside, not allowing him to stay outside causing trouble.

It was clear that Dave wanted to say something to his daughter.

Cassy couldn’t shake the feeling that Dave’s repeated visits these past few days—bringing Emma’s luggage, and now bringing her to the house—seemed unusual.

Could it be that he had some feelings for her daughter?

But she wasn’t sure just how strong those feelings were.

One part or nine parts—it made a huge difference.