You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 80- Unfortunately, we’re not just friends
Behind them, Alex was furious. He shot an angry glare at Cassy, who had an innocent look on her face. She hadn’t expected him to actually stay.
However, it was too late to say anything now. The young girl had already spoken, and what could they do about it?
Laurent was setting the table at home, placing dishes and utensils one by one. When she heard the door open, she looked up and saw Dave walking in with her daughter.
Her face immediately darkened as she asked, displeased, "What are you doing here?"
"I was invited by your mom to stay for lunch," Dave replied seriously, before picking up her daughter to take her to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Laurent, "..."
Her mom invited him for lunch?
Laurent knew her mother well. If her mother invited someone, it was always out of politeness—a casual gesture. It didn’t mean she really wanted to have them stay for a meal.
Laurent was sure Dave knew that too, that they didn’t truly want him to stay. But why was he still here? What happened?
When did his skin get this thick?
Alex and Cassy entered the room next, and Laurent glanced at her mother. Her mother came over and gently advised her, "No matter what, he did spend half the day playing with the kids. If he’s staying, let him stay. It’s just a meal, it won’t hurt. Don’t give him a hard time."
Laurent didn’t say anything, turning to the kitchen to continue setting the table.
She wasn’t so ill-mannered as to be cold to him the entire time, but she wasn’t going to be warm toward him either. There was no way she would greet him with a smile like she used to.
Dave washed his hands with her daughter and sat down at the dining table.
Neither Laurent nor Alex would make the effort to welcome him to the meal, so it was Cassy who stepped in. She smiled at him and said, "It’s just a home-cooked meal, Mr. Washington. Don’t mind it."
Dave smiled back, "Of course not. I’m not someone who’s picky about food, as Laurent knows."
In truth, he really wasn’t picky about food. He had no reason to be. Her cooking was excellent, and she put a lot of effort into changing things up every day. Even if he wanted to complain, there was nothing to complain about.
Laurent nearly spat out her food because of him, especially with the affectionate tone he used when speaking.
She immediately glared at him in anger and said, "Mr. Washington, it’s a basic rule not to talk while eating or before bed. I’m sure you understand that, don’t you?"
Then she lowered her head and continued eating, ignoring him.
Dave felt a surge of dissatisfaction. He couldn’t remember who it was in the past who always chattered on during meals, and as for the "no talking" rule before bed, don’t even get him started.
But thinking about his current situation, he decided to swallow his dissatisfaction, picked up his chopsticks, and ate in silence.
The meal was peaceful enough, at least on the surface.
In reality, Laurent was about to lose her patience. There was someone at the table who seemed as though they’d never eaten before in their life. Although he ate elegantly and gracefully, he ended up eating two and a half bowls of rice. She had to lift the rice cooker and show him the empty bottom before he finally stopped.
He elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, not forgetting to say, "Thank you for the meal."
He said this while looking directly at her, though her parents and the young girl had already finished eating and left the table.
Cassy took the little girl to the room to pack her things, while Alex sat in the living room, pretending to watch TV but constantly glancing toward the dining area, afraid his daughter might be bullied again.
Dave could feel the hostile gaze coming from Alex, but he still persisted, unabashedly looking toward the woman across from him.
Laurent couldn’t be bothered with him. She stood up, her eyes lowered as she began cleaning the table, all while trying to hurry him along.
"The meal’s over, you can leave now."
Laurent couldn’t wait for Dave to leave so she could hurry and take her daughter to catch the bus.
She had made her position clear.
Once she said it, she wouldn’t engage with him any further.
Divorced, she had cut ties cleanly. She didn’t want to be criticized for still being entangled with him, especially when he had someone else in mind.
If they were still married, she would be the legitimate wife, free to curse Clark as much as she wanted, but she didn’t want to keep clinging to him.
But after the divorce, with both he and Clark clearly holding a place in each other’s hearts, she would just be the shameful third party.
She wasn’t willing to be that pathetic.
Yes, there was a time when she was obsessed with him, when she knew full well that his heart still had a place for Clark, yet she continued to chase after him relentlessly.
But who hasn’t been young and naive? Who hasn’t once been crazy in love, obsessed and blind?
People grow and mature over time.
If, at nearly thirty, she still acted the way she did when she was twenty—stubborn and impulsive, not caring about anything—it would only mean she was a terrible person.
If she couldn’t learn to grow up, living in a fantasy, how could she avoid being a mess?
As for Dave, seeing her so bluntly usher him away, he was angry at her stubbornness and obstinacy.
He wanted to snap, but after a moment of thought, he suppressed his anger and calmly asked her, "I heard from Emma that you’re going to the county town to visit Vivian this afternoon?"
When he said this, Laurent immediately knew what he meant—he was likely suggesting that she and her daughter ride with him in his car to go back.
She immediately shut down that idea.
"Since you’re still here, it’s a good thing you can take Emma back. It’s a bit inconvenient for me to take the bus with her."
Dave gritted his teeth.
"And what about you?"
Laurent didn’t even look up, continuing to clean the table.
"I’ll take the bus."
Dave took a deep breath to stop himself from being completely enraged by her.
"Laurent, why do you have to be so stubborn? Isn’t it better for us to just ride in my car together?"
Laurent finally looked up at him, her gaze firm.
"This isn’t about being stubborn; it’s a matter of principle."
Laurent didn’t want to say anything more, but she also wanted him to stop dragging things out like this. So, she decided to tell him everything she was thinking.
"We’re already divorced. We have no relationship anymore. You’ve already found someone you like. If we keep being entangled like this, it’s not good for me, for you, or for your love interest."
Dave was so frustrated by her mention of him already having someone he liked that he nearly slammed the table. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
But, since they were in his house, he couldn’t vent his anger.
"Can’t you just think of it as riding in a friend’s car?"
"Unfortunately, we’re not just friends."
