You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 97-Happy divorce

After calculating his next move in his mind, Dave quickly said "Hang up" to Morrison and ended the call, immediately dialing his daughter’s number.

Morrison, satisfied, put away his phone.

He had purposely let Dave know that Laurent and Leonardo were having drinks and barbecue at the hotel, intending to provoke Dave. His goal was to push Dave into abandoning his foolish pride and face, urging him to hurry back and win his wife back.

Laurent carried the items to Leonardo’s room, where he opened the door wearing simple casual clothes.

For a moment, the two of them stood there, silently facing each other.

For Leonardo, their conversation that night downstairs at Laurent’s house hadn’t been pleasant, and before he could say anything further, Dave had interrupted him.

It had also been nighttime, and the streetlights had been too dim for him to get a good look at her face.

That night, he had only felt that she was very tired, so in his sympathy, he had said those words to her.

To Leonardo, Laurent was a beautiful and bright young woman, someone who should have a brilliant future, much like Marylin and Zoey.

But she had ended up as a housewife, and a housewife who wasn’t loved. How could he, someone who admired her, not feel sorry for her?

And, at the same time, he felt regret for her.

So now, as the two of them met again, Leonardo’s gaze wandered unabashedly over her, scrutinizing her features inch by inch.

Laurent, feeling uneasy under his gaze, raised the bag of barbecue in her hand to cover her face, diverting Leonardo’s attention.

"Here you go!" she said.

Leonardo raised his hand to take the bag. After knowing each other for so many years, how could he not see that she was deliberately using this method to stop him from continuing to look at her?

He couldn’t help but smile wryly, knowing she was always so clever in her little ways.

Cunning yet wise.

Laurent followed Leonardo into the room.

"I was wondering how you could eat so much? You ordered so much! Do your fans know you’re actually a foodie?"

Actually, when Laurent used to spend time with Leonardo, their relationship was always this casual, comfortable.

Later, she thought maybe it was because they had become so at ease with each other, so familiar, that the feeling of love had faded away.

"They only care about my figure, they don’t care how much I eat."

As Leonardo spoke, he placed the barbecue down and then went to get some cups, pouring two glasses of beer and handing one to Laurent.

Laurent shook her head and pushed it back.

"I’m not drinking. I still need to head back later. I don’t want to smell like alcohol."

Leonardo pushed the glass back toward her.

"Just have a little with me. How can we catch up without some drinks?"

Before Laurent could say anything else, her phone rang. When she saw it was Tiffany calling, she quickly stepped aside to answer.

Since her daughter was being taken care of by Tiffany, the little one often called her from Tiffany’s or Lilian’s phone.

Sure enough, it was her daughter calling. The little girl asked on the other end:

"Mom, have you eaten yet?"

Laurent patiently replied:

"Not yet, sweetheart. Have you eaten?"

The little girl automatically switched into gossip mode, eagerly telling her everything Lady Tiffany had cooked for her that evening.

Laurent turned around and gave a slightly apologetic glance at Leonardo, who was waiting for her, then continued to listen to her daughter.

Since having a child, Laurent felt her greatest personality trait had become patience, and she believed this was something common to every mother.

Maybe she wasn’t a particularly patient person with others or with other things, and perhaps she didn’t have the best temper, but when it came to her child, she was always surprisingly patient.

After finally hearing the little one finish talking about dinner, Laurent let out a sigh of relief, but the little girl continued:

"Mom, I miss Grandma and Grandpa. I want to video call them."

Laurent hesitated. She was out right now—how could she let her daughter video call her parents?

So, Laurent had no choice but to comfort her daughter:

"Mom is out right now. When I get home later, you can video call Grandma and Grandpa, okay?"

Her parents also had messaging apps on their phones, and they could video call. They had specifically learned how to use them after Laurent had a daughter, just so they could see their granddaughter from time to time.

However, the chat app on her parents’ phones didn’t have Tiffany’s or Lilian’s contacts, only hers.

Since returning from Burg Eltz, every time her daughter video-called her grandparents, it had always been through Laurent’s phone. So, when the little one wanted to video call them now, Laurent really had no way to make it happen.

The little girl wasn’t happy:

"How much longer until you get home?"

Laurent gently coaxed her:

"I’ll be home soon. As soon as I get home, I’ll call you right away."

The little girl was still upset:

"Fine, I’ll wait for your call then."

After hanging up the phone, Laurent shook her head helplessly. When the little one threw a tantrum, she had no way of handling it.

She turned back and sat down in the chair, giving Leonardo an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that, it was my daughter. She insisted on video calling her grandparents.

"It’s fine," Leonardo smiled.

"While you were on the phone, I secretly ate two skewers. Ah, I really miss it."

Laurent teased him:

"Missing a barbecue, really pathetic."

Leonardo slouched back in his chair, looking at her with a smile:

"I used to think I’d be a regular here, coming often to eat. Who knew it’d be more than five years before I could eat here again?"

Laurent understood the implied meaning behind Leonardo’s words. He was saying that he once thought he’d be with her, often accompanying her to visit her parents and such.

She slightly curled her lips into a smile, intentionally misinterpreting his hint:

"Now you can come eat here as often as you like. Burg Eltz is so close, you can always drive over anytime."

Leonardo smiled and pressed further:

"If I came anytime, would you welcome me?"

"With friends coming from afar, how could I not be happy?"

Laurent answered all of Leonardo’s hints with that phrase.

Leonardo was both amused and frustrated by her response. Sometimes he wished she weren’t so clever—maybe then it would be easier for him to win her heart.

But at other times, he thought, if she weren’t the clever Laurent she was, perhaps he wouldn’t like her at all.

With that topic ending, Leonardo raised his glass to her:

"Happy divorce."

Laurent, "..."

Couldn’t he be a little less direct?

She shot him a glare and took a sip of her beer.

"I’ll just have this little bit. The rest, you handle it yourself."

Her tolerance for alcohol wasn’t particularly good or bad, but she didn’t want to be alone drinking with Leonardo, just the two of them.

Having gone through that experience with Dave once was enough—enough to last her a lifetime.

Leonardo didn’t push her and instead drank on his own.