I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 A Stranger at the Door

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The most important thing was that he didn’t recognize this person, and there was no trace of this face in his memory. Yet, this guy was staring at him with a dark, intense expression, like a cold–blooded, sharp–tongued snake ready to strike, poised to bite and squeeze the life out of him.

At the same time, a strange chill swept through the air. James couldn’t help but shiver, his voice faltering as he asked, “Who are you? What do you want?”

“You don’t recognize me?”

The man in front of him exuded an overwhelming presence, his words carrying a sense of intimidation. James was left questioning everything, wondering if this man was someone he should know.

After replaying countless memories in his mind, he was sure he didn’t recognize him. With a bit of hesitation, he muttered, “No, I don’t

He had only moved into this place a few days ago. Could this guy be someone from the previous tenant’s past, showing up to

ettle a score?

As that thought hit him, James got even more nervous, regretting ever opening the door,

The man’s gaze was sharp, like a blade slicing through the air, as if he were sizing up someone about to meet their end.

James subtly took a step back, trying not to let the man notice his intent to close the door. He forced a smile that mixed a hint of flattery and said, “Hey man, I don’t know you. You must be looking for the wrong person. L..

“Ellis. Where is she? Bring her out.”

Easton’s sudden commanding tone caught James off guard. He paused for a momem, trying to think if he knew the person Easton had mentioned.

But he didn’t recognize that name at all!

Could this guy really be some enemy of the previous tenant, coming to settle a score

The man looked so dangerous, like he was ready to attack at any second!

The murder cases he had seen on the news flashed through James’s mind. He sized up both of them, comparing their builds and trying to gauge their strength. After a quick assessment, he realized there was no way he could take on this guy.

I can’t take him on, I hate to escape!

Not wanting to provoke the man and risk making him act faster. James decided to buy himself some time by closing the door. He quickly said, “Look, man, I don’t know the person you’re talking about. I live here on my own.”

It was strange. As soon as he spoke, the murderous aura around the man seemed to fade away. The intensity in his gaze softened, and he frowned, likely deep in thought.

“When did you move in here? Living alone?”

In response to Easton’s question, James nodded rapidly, almost like he was trying to break his neck from how fast he was shaking his head. He said earnestly, “I moved in a few days ago, and yes, I live alone.”

Easton had come looking for Ellis but didn’t find her. Instead, it was this unfamiliar young guy who opened the door. He claimed to have just moved in and was living alone. So where was Ellis staying?

Easton relaxed his furrowed brows and looked down at James with his usual indifferent expression. He pursed his lips and asked, “The person I’m talking about is the previous tenant. Do you know when she moved out, or where she went?”

Just a few minutes ago, the guy had seemed ready to attack. Now, though he still gave off an icy vibe that kept people at arm’s length, the dangerous edge was gone. The man actually seemed… a little more controlled? Maybe even slightly refined?

Otherwise, if a stranger suddenly rings his doorbell late at night and he opens the door without thinking, what if he runs into the wrong