Chapter 110- answer

Chapter 110: Chapter 110- answer So, at that moment, all her negative emotions seemed to melt away. Holding her phone, she relaxed and said lightly, "Alright, I believe you." "It’s getting late. I’m going to sleep now." Then she quickly ended the video call. But after hanging up, she lay in bed and barely slept the whole night. She kept thinking about his explanations, about him, about everything between them... The next day, Laurent didn’t go to the office—he planned to spend the day with Lilian. Dave went to take his daughter to school, then headed off to a meeting with Jacob and the others. So when Lilian got up, there were only her sister-in-law and Laurent at the breakfast table. Laurent picked up the conversation from last night, about her boyfriend. "Lilian, who exactly is this new boyfriend of yours? You won’t even tell me?" Because Lilian was very close to Laurent—and during the years Laurent was married to Dave, Lilian had often confided in him about all sorts of things—Laurent was now pulling the emotional card, hoping to get her to open up. Actually, Laurent and the others from Burg Eltz just wanted to look out for Lilian. They were worried she might get hurt. But this time, Lilian was especially tight-lipped. "Laurent, I already told you—we just started seeing each other, and things aren’t stable yet. Don’t worry, once it’s serious, I’ll tell each of you." "But you just broke up with Karl, and already you have a new boyfriend? That’s so unlike you. We’re worried—" Laurent didn’t finish his sentence before Lilian interrupted with a giggle, "You’re worried I got so hurt breaking up with Karl that I just randomly jumped into another relationship?" Laurent silently admitted she had a point. She’d only been broken up with Karl for a few days—hardly any time to meet someone new. How could she have a new boyfriend so fast? Hopefully, it wasn’t some random online guy! Hardly any time to meet someone new? That thought made Laurent’s heart skip a beat. Could her new boyfriend be one of the men she already knew? After all, the men Lilian knew were men Laurent knew too. Here’s your passage translated into Webnovel-style English with a natural, conversational tone: The more Laurent thought about it, the more her brow furrowed. But then she figured—maybe the guy was just one of Lilian’s classmates. After all, classmates shared so many memories and understood each other well; it wouldn’t be hard for a relationship to develop from that. Lilian smiled and reassured her, "Laurent, don’t worry. I may not have been through as much as you have, but I’m still clear-headed about these things." Laurent felt a little relieved after hearing that. Seeing how determined Lilian was to keep her boyfriend’s identity secret, she had no choice but to let it go. After breakfast, they got ready and headed out. Laurent took Lilian on a tour around A.T. Dave mentioned that Morrison also had work today — he was meeting with Jackson to discuss a partnership. Dave was surprised Morrison chose to collaborate with Jackson. When he asked Morrison why, Morrison jokingly said it was because both their names shared the "yan" sound, so it must be fate. After that, Morrison hung up. Dave chuckled on his end; his good friend’s knack for bad jokes was definitely getting sharper. When Laurent told Lilian Morrison was working today, Lilian casually responded with a simple "Oh," pretending not to care. But actually, she’d known all along. When she woke up that morning, Morrison had already messaged her, saying he’d be busy and telling her to enjoy the day with Laurent. So Lilian spent the whole day having fun with Laurent—enjoying delicious food, taking in beautiful sights, and doing a bit of shopping. Honestly, this was pretty much the standard lifestyle when women hung out together. During this time, Morrison messaged her to ask how she was doing. Lilian happened to be waiting while Laurent was trying on clothes, so she took the chance to reply. She told him she was having a great time shopping with Laurent. Not long after, Morrison replied, "Buy whatever you like. I’ll reimburse you when you get back." Lilian smiled, holding her phone. It wasn’t that she was excited about him offering to pay—she wasn’t the type to crave material things. Maybe because she never lacked growing up, unlike many girls who longed desperately for those things. What made her smile was the feeling—the sweetness of it all. She felt how indulgent he was being. She vaguely remembered reading somewhere that one way a man shows he loves you is by willingly spending money on you. It sounded cliché, but there was truth to it. If he wouldn’t even spend money on you, he’d probably be stingy in other ways too—and such a man wasn’t worth keeping. Of course, this "spending" didn’t mean splurging on luxury brands, but rather indulging your little needs within his means. Morrison then sent another message: "Since you’re out shopping, help me buy something too." Lilian replied, "Okay, what do you want?" He answered, "Underwear." Lilian: "..." Her face immediately flushed red in embarrassment. "Didn’t you bring any when you came to A.T.?" He replied coolly, "I did, but they feel old." Lilian was about to explode. Old? He was definitely doing this on purpose—trying to embarrass her in every way possible. She snapped back angrily, "No way! And do you think it’s appropriate for me to shop for stuff like that with Laurent?" He answered nonchalantly, "What’s wrong with that? They all know you have a boyfriend now anyway." Lilian stomped her foot, teeth clenched in frustration. "But they don’t know about us—buying you such personal stuff? What would people think?" Two innocent people dating wouldn’t buy each other things like that. Laurent seeing this wouldn’t keep her cool either. He was silent for a moment on the other end, then replied, "If you won’t buy it for me, then buy a set for yourself. Next time, show me." Lilian’s face instantly flushed bright red. She was speechless—half annoyed at his shamelessness, half embarrassed. Just then, Laurent finished trying on clothes and came out. Seeing Lilian’s flushed face, she asked, "Why are you so red? Are you feeling hot?" The weather was getting warmer as summer approached, so Laurent assumed Lilian was just overheated. Lilian fanned herself lightly, "Yeah, it’s pretty warm today—" Laurent gave her a glance but said nothing more, then asked how the outfit she just tried on looked. Lilian quickly helped her pick out clothes. After finishing their shopping, as they were about to leave, Lilian suddenly said, "Let’s stop by the lingerie store. I want to buy a new set." Laurent agreed, "Sure! Now that you mention it, I think I need some new ones too." So they headed to the lingerie store. Throughout the shopping, Lilian’s ears burned whenever she thought of Morrison’s earlier comment. She hesitated over what to choose, unsure if he would like it. Her own head was spinning from the awkwardness. Laurent, meanwhile, happily picked out her own items, then noticed Lilian’s distraction and asked, "Why do you seem so distracted?" Lilian forced a laugh to cover up, "Oh, there are just too many styles. I don’t know which one to pick." Laurent kindly offered, "Want me to help?" Lilian nodded, and Laurent started helping her choose. Thinking Lilian was still a little girl, Laurent picked out mostly simple styles. But in the end, Lilian quietly selected a set that looked incredibly sexy and alluring in Laurent’s eyes. Laurent just "..." But since it was Lilian’s own choice, Laurent could only stay silent. The two of them had been out all day and happened to pick up little Emma Washington from kindergarten on their way home. The three of them returned together. They were so exhausted from shopping that dinner was just takeout. Dave and Morrison were out having a meeting and wouldn’t be back for dinner. Dave came home quite late. Lilian figured Morrison probably returned to the hotel around the same time. Sure enough, her phone rang soon after. It was Morrison calling. When she answered, she heard the tiredness in his voice. "Are you asleep?" Lilian shook her head. "No, I’m waiting for your call." Both he and Dave had been out all morning, and by this late hour, she could imagine how worn out he must be—just judging from her brother’s tired expression. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. He chuckled softly on the other end. "Why can’t you call me instead?" Lilian explained, "How would I know if it’s a good time for you to answer?" Growing up, she’d learned from experience—her father was often in meetings, and her mother rarely called. Sometimes they just couldn’t pick up. Later with Dave, it was the same. So unlike other girls who might call whenever they wanted, Lilian was thoughtful and didn’t want to disturb him if he was busy. He replied in a low, husky voice, "I’d answer your call no matter what." His voice was so pleasant, his words so touching, Lilian couldn’t help but smile softly.