I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Hearts Under the Hood

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“Watch yourself!” With those few terse words, Morty turned and walked away without looking back. Victoria had heard the same phrase just over two weeks ago.

Both Easton and Morty had warned her to watch herself; she was no longer the influential Victoria she once was in their tight–knit circle of friends–now, she seemed like their enemy.

In that moment, Victoria nearly bit her teeth to pieces in anger.

It was all Ellis’s fault! Next time, she vowed to be more secretive, to ensure no one would discover her actions.

Bored and standing by the roadside, Ellis occasionally touched her own face, her ears ringing with fragments of conversations between Victoria and Morty, mixing disgust with nausea.

About ten minutes later, Morty came down.

Approaching her somewhat sheepishly, he glanced back at the office building behind him and said, “Tve warned Victoria. If jshe dares lay a hand on you again, I won’t let her off easy.”

Ellis felt dizzy, almost deluding herself into thinking Morty was standing up for her, showing a blatant favoritism.

Yes, favoritism.

Between her and Victoria, Morty’s behavior was no longer bizarre or strange. After his recent intervention, she could distinctly feel his favoritism, unlike anyone else’s.

His stark change from the past, why favor me? Because his dog liked me, and he loved his dog so much that he showed affection by association?

After pondering for a moment, Ellis asked directly, “You’ve arranged protection for me and even stood up for me, fearing Victoria might strike. What are you after? I don’t have anything worth your trouble.”

Divorced from Easton and stripped of everything, her life was better than most, but compared to Morty, born into privilege, she was utterly powerless and impoverished, with nothing to offer.

Even if she racked her brain, she couldn’t understand what Morty was after.

Morty pondered her question seriously.

She waited patiently for an answer, but Morty didn’t reply.

His gaze drified, not focusing on her, evasively laden with meaning.

“Is my question that hard to answer?” she pressed.

“Not time to answer yet, Morty mused, pausing thoughtfully, “When it’s time, I’ll tell you.”

Ellis was left speechless. What difference did speaking make? However, this blatant favoritism was something she felt for the first time; it was truly astonishing.

Morty had always been an enigma to her, someone she disliked. Recently, she hadn’t paid much attention to him, yet now, his presence felt surprisingly comforting, a sensation Easton never provided, irresistibly drawing her in.

The conversation ended, and they returned to the car.

Morty offered to drive her home, but Ellis shook her head, “No, thanks.”

As long as Victoria harbored thoughts of revenge, her home wasn’t safe.

“I have a vacant apartment with better security than where you’re currently living.”

“You’ve already done so much: I don’t want to trouble you further.”

“Then… should I take you to the hospital to check your face?” Her face was still swollen, and Morty thought it prudent to consult a doctor.