I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 288

I’m the Obsession of My Cold–Hearted Ex

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Chapter 288 From Sweet to Bitter in One Sip

When Ellis got the call from Lois, she instantly knew it was about the coffee Easton wanted.

Damn it, that scumbag, showing up at my workplace and still bossing me around like I’m his personal assistant back at Hudson Group?

She was on the payroll, so she couldn’t exactly say no to Lois. Fuming, Ellis headed to the break room.

Her coworkers, noticing her tightly pursed lips and clearly unhappy demeanor as she angrily prepared the coffee, were puzzled. “Ms. Harper, did you have a rough night? Need coffee to wake up but don’t really want it?”

“No,” Ellis replied with a forced, polite smile.

This scumbag, making me serve him. I hope this coffee kills him!

Her drastic change in expression surprised her colleague.

Under her colleague’s astonished gaze, Ellis slowly walked out of the break room and into Lois’s office.

Pretending she didn’t know the coffee was for Easton, she set it down with a plastered smile next to Lois and said flatly, “Madam Lois, your coffee.”

As soon as Ellis placed the coffee down, Lois handed it to Easton across from her. Ellis’s displeasure radiated so intensely that it seemed to fill the air.

Lois caught Ellis’s subtle expressions and then turned to Easton, “Mr. Hudson, please drink.”

Easton didn’t drink right away, his gaze lingering on the young woman nearby.

Her cheeks puffed out in anger, clearly showing her disdain. Suddenly, he didn’t know what he could do to make her not dislike him.

It felt like he was walking through a foggy world, entangled in endless confusion.

Despite racking his brain, he couldn’t understand how she had changed so much in just a few months. After all, their relationship began with her drugging him, desperately wanting to secure her position as his wife.

Having delivered the coffee and completed her task, Ellis had no reason to stay.

Accidentally making eye contact with Easton, she felt as if she had ingested spoiled food, her stomach churning with revulsion.

He never understood the concept of respect, always aiming to disgust her wherever she was.

Angrily glaring at him, she turned and left without looking back.

Her hurried departure silently screamed her urgency to escape his presence.

Seeing this, Easton slightly pursed his lips and took a sip of the coffee. To his surprise, the coffee was sickeningly sweet, almost unbearable.

It wasn’t the unsweetened, black coffee he preferred. His first reflex was to spit it out, but remembering that she had made it –and it had been a long time since he’d had her coffee–he forced himself to drink half the cup.

“Thank you for today, Madam Lois,” he said as he put down the cup and stood up.

“Mr. Hudson, it was no trouble at all,” Lois replied, making a gesture to walk him out in keeping with respected etiquette.