I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 Unwanted Gifts

Ellis didn’t accept his apology, and money couldn’t sway her either. When asked what she wanted, her response was clear, she wished he would disappear from her life entirely, her disgust nearing a desire for his complete absence.

Now she was surrounded by barriers when it came to him. The thought of having any normal interaction with him was off the table, she disliked him getting any closer.

What could he do? Unable to change the situation, he felt a profound sense of helplessness.

After several strong drinks, under the influence of alcohol, he dialed his mother’s number. “Mom,”

Easton called while Sophia was trying to sleep, and she scolded him slightly, “Stop calling me that! Do you even look at the time? Aren’t you considering whether I’m asleep?”

Ignoring Sophia’s reproach, Easton shared his troubles, “I went to apologize to Ellis today, but it didn’t go well. What should I

do next?

Sophia closed her eyes, “We’ll talk tomorrow. Your situation with Ellis isn’t urgent.”

Waking up annoyed was one thing, and she didn’t want to extend the conversation, but her point was valid. If Ellis could be easily soothed and agreed to remarry, she wouldn’t have left so resolutely without looking back.

“Okay”

Before he could say more, the call ended with a sharp beep, and Easton’s lips tightened slightly.

Setting his phone down, he refilled his glass and drank it all in one go. The distress didn’t subside but grew instead. Sometimes, alcohol can’t drown sorrows but deepens them.

Driven by his frustration and discomfort, he threw his glass, and it smashed against the empty wall.

The sound of the shattered glass and the spilling alcohol seemed to mock him silently, highlighting his late realization of his feelings.

If he had understood his heart before the divorce, he wouldn’t have to endure such a night. He could be happily holding Ellis, asleep together, looking forward to a better tomorrow.

Despite the heartache, life goes on. Another paranoid day at work, Ellis was at her desk, focusing intently on her tasks. Suddenly, she received a call from a delivery person

“Ms Harper, right? Your delivery is here. Could you please come down to the first floor of your company to sign for it!” Ellis Ellis was puzzled.

The Tate Group provided four meals a day as part of employee benefits. She usually ordered delivery only when she was tired of the cafeteria food, but she was certain she hadn’t ordered anything today. Where is this delivery coming from?

“You must be mistaken; I didn’t order anything,” she said.

After the delivery person confirmed the order details and verified he had the correct recipient, he offered, “If you can’t come down right now, may I leave it at the front desk?”

As she hung up, Ellis frowned

Maya replied, confused, “I didn’t order anything!”

Who then? Could my constant anriety be affecting my memory, making me forget I had ordered something?