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Chapter 116 Uneasy Slumber

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People tend to get infuriated when reminded of their own foolish deeds.

4.2 million dollars to spend a night with me, not worth it? Pastor’s gaze fixated on her “Or do you want to compensate even more?”

“Compensation should be determined by the court, not by you trying to scare me Ellis was not one to be bullied or bribed, rolling her eyes at the scumbag. “Sleeping with you is like sleeping in a trash heap. Even if you paid me 4.2 million dollars, it wouldn’t cover the emotional damage!

Regardless of whether that scumbag saw her as just a bed accessory. Ellis firmly refused to touch him. To her, a scumbag was synonymous with a pollutant, and wherever he was amounted to a trash cursing him out, she fled to the couch.

It’s worth mentioning that the scumbag’s wealth was substantial, owning properties in the prime locations of Stonebridge, characterized by exorbitant prices and top–notch facilities.

The house was massive, each floor around 10,000 square feet. The room she chose was spacious enough. meaning both the bed and the couch were comfortable for sleeping.

Feeling a bit odd without something covering her, Ellis lay down, quickly got up to grab a thin blanket, wrapped herself up, and then closed her eyes, ready to drift off.

As for the scumbag, he could do whatever; she was done dealing with him. Left alone in the bed, the space beside her eerily empty, where he used to lie, she now rested on the couch. It seemed as if a natural barrier had formed between them, and suddenly, Easton was inexplicably infuriated.

“Ellis!”

His displeased voice echoed, but Ellis acted as if she heard nothing. Why respond when she was determined to ignore him?

*You have three minutes to get to the bed, or you’ll regret it!”

As he watched her unmoving on the couch, his irritation grew. In the past, whenever Ellis behaved or spoke inappropriately, or he simply got annoyed with her, she would shamelessly sidle up to him.

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They had slept separately before, usually initiated by him, but it always ended with Ellis shamelessly joining him in bed. Today, he needed her to relieve his insomnia; she cursed herself and then played d could he not feel agitated?

With her eyes closed, her hearing sharpened, picking up on the coolness. Why was the scumbag silent? What was he quietly up to?

Before she could gather her thoughts, the warmth she had been enjoying was disrupted as the blanket was violently pulled away; she immediately opened her eyes.

Easton took the blanket and sat on a nearby armchair, legs crossed.