I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Midnight Melodrama

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Even Easton took to surveying the surroundings in a mockingly earnest manner, asking. “You’ve been looking around for so long: found any room you like?”

“I’m figuring out where to bury your manhood!” Ellis was utterly exhausted. After a whole day, her energy was mostly sapped, leaving her speech barely above a whisper. She picked a room at random and lay down

on the bed.

Perhaps it was because she wasn’t in a familiar setting, or maybe her brain subconsciously shielded her from disturbing thoughts, but her vomiting stopped, although her fatigue was getting worse.

She needed a bath, fresh clothes, and a good sleep. Escaping was going to take strength, and she wasn’t about to just sit around and die. She certainly wouldn’t wait around like some per the scumbag had locked up, only getting to leave when he felt like taking her for a walk.

Ellis settled down, not resisting as she had before entering the house. She seemed to accept her situation on the surface, which made Easton think she was finally getting smart. “You can order the butler and the servants around as usual. If you need anything, just tell them.”

“I need poison to kill you; ask them to bring it!”

“Do

you want to reflect until the end of time?”

“Rather than me reflecting, you should worry about suddenly dropping dead!” Even in her tired state, insulting the scumbag didn’t bring Ellis any satisfaction. “You psycho, get out; don’t bother me!”

“If you can’t pick up manners and learn to address people properly, then you might as well stay in your room for the rest of your life!” If you asked Easton what he hated being called, right now he’d definitely say -it was the names Ellis threw at him.

Her mood swings had become a notable feature. Before the kidnapping, she’d sweetly called him ‘husband.” Now, she freely hurled the ugliest insults at him. Sometimes he didn’t mind and could ignore them, bur sometimes he really hated it, especially when she pointed right at his nose.

Ellis scoffed, “Who’s afraid of who? Just you wait!”

“Fine, I’ll wait.”

With that, Easton frowned and left. Finally rid of the scumbag. Ellis didn’t feel much better.

Because the scumbag had gone mad, the sound of the door slamming was excessively loud, as if trying to

shatter it.

Slamming doors had always been her thing, not his. The sudden reversal made her frown. “That scumbag is seriously sick!”

Though the location of her daily life had changed, the butler still had the duty of managing Easton’s daily needs. Of course, to the butler, Ellis was still the lady of the Hudson family house, now back living with Easton. She couldn’t be ignored.

Even without Easton’s orders, he felt obliged to serve Ellis.

“Just now, sir had us stand guard here, and we checked, Mrs. Hudson is inside?

“Sure. One of the bodyguards moved to help open the door but found it locked.

“Did Mrs. Hudson lock herself in the butler guessed.