I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186 Who’s That in My Bed?

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Once impulsiveness took hold, Easton couldn’t suppress it any longer; it transformed into action. He went straight to Ellis’s place, a path he knew well, and punched in a door code he had learned long ago.

To his surprise, after entering the code three times, a prompt told him it was incorrect. Had the code been changed?

He didn’t dwell on it much and, recalling some lock–picking tricks he had seen, he took a card out and effortlessly opened the door. The house was pitch black, and the bedroom door was firmly shut, making it clear that Ellis was asleep.

The dilemma of whether to turn on the light was real; considering that switching it on would deThe cardtely wake her, he tiptoed into the bedroom. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he could vaguely yet distinctly see Ellis lying in the middle of the bed. A ripple of emotion stirred in his heart, like a breath of fresh air.

It was a mix of relief and pleasure, grateful that he wouldn’t have to suffer through another sleepless night. Easton took off his jacket and shoes with the lightest of movements and lay down on the bed

Ellis was within arm’s reach. All he had to do was raise his hand slightly to touch her, but at this moment, he just wanted to avoid another sleepless night. He resisted the body’s habitual urge to draw closer and maintained a relative distance.

After a day filled with activity, Ellis needed deep sleep to recharge, making her oblivious to the world around her, including the fact that there was now a man in her bed.

The next morning, as darkness faded and the sun rose high, golden sunlight streamed through the curtains.

The alarm clock went off, and Ellis woke up reluctantly, her eyes still closed.

It was an alarm set on her phone, which she habitually placed under her pillow, Croping around blindly with her right hand, she reached to turn off the alarm and get up soon after.

Unexpectedly, her fingertips touched something unexpectedly solid, feeling very much like a human body!

Am I still half asleep? I live alone; who else could be in my house?

It must be her imagination, she thought, and continued searching.

However, this time she encountered a definite warmth, startling her into opening her eyes instantly. Her first thought was whether she was experiencing sleep paralysis or if something unclean had latched onto her.

But no, it was a familiar, handsome face that suddenly invaded hersight.

It was Easton! He was lying on her bed, now awake and looking right at her.

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In an instant, Ellis was furious, yelling, “You psycho! What the heck are you doing in my house, in my bed? Are you out of your mind to show up here in the middle of the night?”

Judging by the slightly wrinkled clothes on Easton and the stubble on his chin, he clearly hadn’t just arrived; he most likely had come the previous night. Showing up to sleep at my place? Is he insane? We’re divorced!

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Ellis glared with fury, wishing she could skin herself alive with anger, which left Easton speechless, slowly getting bed and trying to make himself less noticeable.

Without Ellis’s permission, he had shared her bed while she slept, indeed a guilty act. But he didn’t regret it; he had slept deeply and woke up refreshed, a comfort he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

As he got up without a word, Ellis got even angrier, seeing him occasionally glancing at her as if he were justified in his

No matter if the deadbeat was insane or having a psychotic break, he was seriously getting in her way.

That was just the kind of thing to infuriate her! She held back from exploding, to avoid harming herself.