You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 87- Find me a woman

After Clark figured everything out, she quickly got up and tidied up the mess scattered around the music room. Then she called in the caregiver and gave her a few instructions.

If Dave came again, she told the caregiver to praise her in front of him, emphasizing how actively she was cooperating with the treatment.

Just as she finished instructing the caregiver, the sound of a car came from downstairs. Clark was overjoyed and rushed to the window, where she saw Dave stepping out of the car.

After getting out, Dave took a call, so he didn’t come upstairs immediately but stood downstairs, talking on the phone.

Clark stared dazedly at the man’s tall and upright figure standing by the car. His handsome and charming features, the graceful curve of his profile, and then... his sensual, thin lips moving as he spoke.

Her body gradually grew warm.

"When he comes up later, tell him I’m in the bedroom," she instructed the caregiver before turning and leaving.

When Dave finished his call and came upstairs, the caregiver greeted him. As usual, he asked,

"How has she been these past few days?"

Following Clark’s instructions, the caregiver replied,

"Much better. She’s been very cooperative with the treatment every day."

Dave’s furrowed brow eased slightly. The caregiver added,

"Clark was just playing the piano for a while and has now gone back to her bedroom."

Dave responded with a hum and headed upstairs.

Standing in front of Clark’s bedroom door, he raised his hand and knocked.

After Clark called out from inside, it was a while before she came to open the door. What met his eyes made his expression suddenly darken.

Clark was wearing a black silk camisole nightdress, just long enough to barely cover her hips. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, leaving her alluring figure entirely exposed.

Opening the door, Clark walked directly toward him, hooking her arms around his neck. Her soft body pressed against his chest, and her red lips exhaled a faint, sweet fragrance.

"Dave..."

Instinctively, Dave raised his hands to push her away, but in the next second, something seemed to cross his mind. Instead, he clasped her waist with both hands, pulling her tightly into his arms.

Clark was overjoyed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood on tiptoe and leaned in to kiss him. He didn’t refuse her.

But just as her lips were about to touch his, she saw his dark eyes suddenly narrow. In an instant, he pushed her away.

"I’ll wait for you in the music room."

With that curt remark, he turned and left without hesitation.

Clark stood frozen in place, biting her lip in frustration and anger. She didn’t move for a long time.

Before Laurent, during the height of their passion, there had been moments of intimacy. She knew exactly what he was like when he was overcome with desire.

But now, he had pushed her away without a trace of hesitation.

When a man no longer feels even the most primal desire for a woman...

Clark didn’t dare let her thoughts go any further.

Turning back into the bedroom, she changed into a different outfit. When she came out again, her expression was calm and indifferent, as though nothing had happened.

When Clark entered, Dave’s gaze had just moved away from the trash can next to the piano.

Earlier, when he came in and walked over, he noticed a torn corner of sheet music sticking out from the trash can’s edge.

Stepping on the can to tip it open, he saw it was filled with shredded sheet music.

This couldn’t have been the caregiver’s doing, which left only Clark as the culprit.

However, the caregiver had told him that Clark had been in good condition these past few days, with no emotional outbursts.

So, how did the shredded sheet music in the trash can come to be?

Dave no longer cared to figure out who was lying. One thing was certain: for the first time, he felt that Clark’s thoughts ran deeper than he had imagined.

When Clark entered, she stood a bit of a distance from him, looking uneasy as she apologized.

"Sorry, earlier I—"

"The one who should apologize is me," Dave interrupted her quickly.

Clark was confused, but he didn’t offer further explanation, instead changing the topic.

"The caregiver says you’ve been cooperating with treatment these past few days?"

"Yes," she replied softly.

Clark nodded and walked over to sit on the cushioned stool in front of the piano.

"Didn’t you say that, for the sake of my parents, I should get better as soon as possible?"

"After your call, I thought a lot and reflected deeply. If I keep immersing myself in my sorrow, it will only hurt those who love me and please those who hate me."

Clark’s expression was earnest and resolute.

"My parents are getting older, and I’m their only daughter. If I keep going on like this, what will happen to their future? I need to recover, find a job, and work hard to support myself—and them."

Her words eased the slight furrow in Dave’s brow.

"I’m glad you’re thinking this way," he said.

Meeting his gaze, Clark’s voice softened.

"Dave, I’m doing this for you too. I hope that one day, I can be your pride."

"The ones who’ll be the happiest and most proud of you if you live positively and move forward will be your parents," Dave replied.

After saying this, he glanced at his watch.

"Since you’re in such a good state now, I can rest easy. I’ve got something to take care of, so I’ll be heading out."

Clark couldn’t accept that he came only to stay for a short while and then leave, so she hurriedly stopped him.

"Stay for dinner tonight. I had the caregiver buy some groceries, and I’ll cook. What do you think?"

Dave glanced at her.

"I’ve got plans tonight—meeting a friend to discuss some business matters for the company."

Since he’d said it was about work, Clark knew that if she insisted further, it would make her seem unreasonable. She had no choice but to relent.

"Alright then, I won’t keep you."

By the time her words were out, Dave was already walking out the door. No matter how much unwillingness Clark felt in her heart, she could only swallow it.

Dave got into his car and left the villa neighborhood where Clark lived. The first thing he did was call Morrison.

In reality, there was no such business meeting with a friend tonight. He simply didn’t want to have dinner with Clark, especially since she said she would cook herself.

Lately, he couldn’t even enjoy the meals his mother made. If Clark cooked and he couldn’t stomach it, it would only upset her further.

So he made an excuse to leave.

When the call connected, Morrison grumbled in dissatisfaction on the other end.

"Where have you been this weekend? You didn’t even ask me out for a drink!"

Dave had no interest in answering his question and responded impatiently,

"Find me a woman for tonight."