You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 96- Guess who this is?

Morrison’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw Laurent, especially when his gaze landed on the barbecue and beer she was holding. He quickly excused himself from the clients he was with and hurried over to greet her.

"Laurent, what a coincidence!" he said, trying to sound casual. Thanks to the previous encounter when Laurent had reprimanded him, Morrison wisely chose to address her by her first name this time.

However, hearing him call her "Laurent" made her feel a bit uncomfortable. He had been switching between calling her "Laurent" and "sister" so easily, it felt almost too familiar, making the conversation feel a little awkward.

"Well, what a coincidence..." she responded with a half-hearted smile, unsure of what else to say. After all, Morrison was Dave’s friend, and she wasn’t particularly eager to engage in a conversation with him.

Morrison, sensing her discomfort, quickly tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. "I’m working on a project here, maybe I can show you around. But you’re holding—" he glanced at the barbecue and beer in her hands—"is that for someone special?"

Laurent felt a bit awkward under his gaze but kept her response brief. "A friend wanted some barbecue, so I’m just bringing it over."

Morrison’s words were intentionally probing, but Laurent didn’t rise to the bait. He continued, "What kind of friend gets this much of a favor from you? Why not eat outside? This season is perfect for outdoor barbecue, much better than being cooped up in a hotel room."

Laurent sensed the underlying intention in his tone. Morrison had clearly figured out that she was here to meet Leonardo, given that she had gone to the hotel instead of a regular restaurant. The fact that Leonardo had such a high profile was hard to ignore, and Morrison likely understood that she was being cautious about their location.

Laurent simply gave a faint smile, unwilling to engage further. "Well, I won’t keep you. You’re busy. I’ll head off now."

She skirted around Morrison, carefully avoiding further interaction. She could tell he was trying to draw her out, but she wasn’t interested in playing along.

Morrison watched her walk away, then pulled out his phone and took a quick picture of her disappearing figure. After a brief moment of thought, he sent the photo to Dave, who was still abroad.

Guess who this is?

Morrison hadn’t expected to run into Laurent at the hotel. He was there purely for a business project. However, after their encounter, he figured it might be a good idea to talk to Laurent later and help ease the tension between her and Dave. The last time Dave had spoken to Laurent, his words had been far too harsh.

The next day, when Dave was sober again, Morrison showed him the video. Dave didn’t say much, but the brief flicker of regret in his eyes spoke volumes.

Some people, despite their feelings, couldn’t bring themselves to make the first move in mending things.

Morrison smirked at the question, sensing the tension in Dave’s voice. "You don’t need to read too much into it," he replied casually, "I was just in town for a project, and I bumped into Laurent at the hotel. She was carrying some takeout for a friend. Nothing special."

Dave remained silent for a moment, processing the information. He was still overseas, caught up in a complex work issue, but Laurent’s unexpected appearance at the hotel had clearly caught him off guard.

"I don’t get it," Dave muttered, the hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "She’s not someone who would stay at a hotel here. What was she doing there, really?"

Morrison could practically hear the wheels turning in Dave’s head. He sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Look, she’s not exactly a hotel kind of person, but she was meeting someone. You should know who."

Dave’s sharp intake of breath on the other end told Morrison all he needed to know. "Leonardo?" Dave’s voice was low, but the anger and confusion were palpable.

Morrison paused before responding, trying to gauge how much he wanted to say. "Yeah, I think so. I didn’t stick around to ask too many questions. But it’s pretty obvious, right?"

"Is she really meeting him?" Dave’s voice cracked slightly, betraying more of his feelings than he probably intended. "After everything that happened... after I..."

Morrison could hear the weight of regret in Dave’s tone. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how much to say. "Look, man. You were harsh with her. You know that. Maybe it’s time to think about what you really want."

Dave didn’t reply for a long time, and Morrison could feel the tension grow. "I don’t know, Morrison. I just don’t know."

The line went quiet again, and Morrison didn’t press any further. He understood that Dave had his own internal battle to fight, one that wasn’t going to be solved by a simple conversation.

As Morrison hung up the phone, he couldn’t help but think that maybe Dave would regret his actions when he finally returned home. But by then, it might be too late to fix things with Laurent.

Dave’s frustration boiled over, but Morrison’s words struck home. The mere thought of calling Laurent and confronting her only made him feel worse. He had already crossed so many lines with her—first with his careless words, then his drunken actions. Now, the idea that she might be meeting Leonardo in secret, something that felt like betrayal, was enough to make him feel sick.

Morrison’s voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts. "Don’t do something you’ll regret, Dave. Trust me, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not the right move."

Dave clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to lash out. He didn’t want to make things worse, especially not with Laurent. She had already shut him out once, and he knew if he pushed her too hard, there would be no coming back.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Dave’s voice was quiet, almost pleading. "I screwed things up with her, and now I don’t even know where to start. I never thought she’d go to him."

Morrison sighed, rubbing his temple. "You’ve got to figure this out, man. You need to stop obsessing over Leonardo and focus on what you can fix. Yeah, it sucks. Yeah, it’s messy. But you can’t keep playing the victim in this. If you want things to change, you’ve got to make the first move—this time, the right way."

The words stung, but they were true. Dave could feel the weight of his mistakes, and Morrison’s blunt honesty was like a cold slap across the face. There was no escaping the fact that Dave had hurt Laurent, and it wasn’t something he could erase in an instant. He needed to own up to his actions, but that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.

"I get it," Dave muttered, feeling the anger and self-loathing churn in his stomach. "But what if it’s too late? What if she doesn’t care anymore?"

Morrison didn’t have an easy answer for that, but he knew one thing: Dave had to try. "All you can do is reach out. Do something honest. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be. But if you don’t try, then you’ve already lost."

The call ended shortly after that, and Dave sat in silence, grappling with the mess he had made. The path forward seemed unclear, but there was no going back now. He had to find a way to make things right, even if it meant swallowing his pride.

He wanted to apologize but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He had never said anything like this in his life, especially not in front of her. He had always felt superior.

But if he didn’t apologize and she continued to ignore him, he knew it would be unbearable.

However, regardless of the outcome, now that he knew she was going to meet Leonardo, he couldn’t just stand by.

He didn’t have to call her, but someone else could.

For instance, their daughter.