I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184 Dog Days of Morty

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Has my poverty become that transparent to everyone! Shaking off the strange thoughts cluttering her mind, Ellis focused on the busy preparations for the upcoming launch event.

The next evening, on her way to Petal Estates, Ellis realized something. She hadn’t scheduled a specific time with Morty to walk the dog. Should I finish my chores at Casey’s place before walking the dog, or walk the dog first? What if there was a scheduling conflict? Would I still earn the hardship fee Morty promised?

Before she could reach out to Morty, he seemed to anticipate her concern and messaged her.

“Maya’s godmother, have you arrived?

“What time works for you?”

Is Morty acting like a temporary box? Since he was negotiating like one, she responded cordially.

After a chat. Ellis and Morty agreed that she would walk the dog after work. Earlier, at Casey’s place, she had been so joverwhelmed that she even considered suggesting that Lois hire another assistant to help Casey with his experiments.

Finally leaving Casey’s house, Ellis looked up at the dark night sky and let out a weary sigh.

This nonstop hustle was exhausting

“Maya’s godmother, all done!*

Just as she was taking a deep breath to regain her composure, Morty’s voice caught her off guard, and her lips tightened slightly.

This nickname was fine online, but in person too!

“Mr. Morty, call me by my name, or Ms. Harper is fine! If it weren’t for Maya’s adorably enthusiastic tail–wagging every time she saw her, Ellis would have definitely given Morty a piece of her mind.

“You don’t like being called Maya’s godmother?”

“Seriously?”

“Maya’s godmother sounds so nice” Morty said, as he handed her the leash

“I don’t like it.” Ellis didn’t dislike Maya; it was the title that bothered her, making her feel like she inadvertently had responsibilities toward Maya, even though Morty was the dog’s owner.

“Alright.” Morty bent slightly, petting the fluffy head of Maya, “Then should I address you as a sister?”

“Earn some good karma; you’re older than me!” Ellis initially wanted to mention exactly how many years older Morty was, but she couldn’t remember the exact number–just that he was older.

“I’m using Maya’s family tree for your title: Morty straightened up, looking at Ellis, “I’m three years older; how about you address me as an older brother?”

“What a mess!” Ellis glared at Morty. “Older brother? That’s shameless!”

She ignored his question and started walking Maya away.

Before long. Morty, not too far behind and seemingly afraid he wouldn’t be heard, loudly declared. “Agreed then, I won’t call you Maya’s godmother. I’ll call you Ellis.”

Ellis couldn’t help but look back at Morty and silently cursed, “Nutcase.”