I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 294

I’m the Obsession of My Cold–Hearted Ex

Chapter 294 Entrance Denied!

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What did he understand? It’s never ending, is it? Before she could even frown, her screen showed that he was typing again. Within seconds, a new message popped up.

“I won’t have the honor of having dinner with you tonight.”

At least he’s self–aware! She grudgingly gave Morty some credit, but then three new messages quickly appeared on her screen.

“Are you working late tonight? You probably haven’t had dinner, right? The food at your company’s cafeteria isn’t good, so I ordered some takeout for you. Make sure to pick it up.”

Morty was really taking liberties!

Ellis frowned in disdain, not taking Morty’s words seriously. What takeout?

She wasn’t so desperate for a meal that she needed Morty’s charity. When the delivery person called, she planned to just tell them to toss it.

“Half an hour later, when a colleague called her to the break room, she experienced the irony of ‘best–laid plans!

“Ms. Harper, you should eat while it’s hot, otherwise it won’t taste good!” her colleague urged, seeing her unmoved.

Her colleague’s persistence made Ellis rub her forehead, suddenly at a loss for words.

Unexpectedly, the takeout Morty ordered wasn’t listed under her name but her colleague’s, who even brought it upstairs, giving her no chance to directly tell the delivery person to dump it.

It seemed rude to ask someone who had gone through the trouble of bringing the food upstairs to just throw it away, so she reluctantly headed to the break room.

Consistent with her reputation for being helpful, her colleague not only unpacked the food but also set up the utensils on the

table.

She had to admit, the takeout was quite appealing. The name on the packaging was from an upscale, pricey restaurant!

Wasting food is shameful, a thought that briefly crossed her mind, so Ellis reluctantly sat down at the table and picked up a fork, ready to eat a little.

Upon closer inspection, two of the dishes were ones she frequently enjoyed.

How did Morty know my favorites? How could he possibly know?

Suddenly, she pondered a question. When did Morty start liking me? Is it after I divorced Easton?

The answer to that question suddenly seemed uncertain. Her once–clear thoughts began to blur as she picked up a piece of braised pork and savored it.

After filling her stomach, Ellis cleaned up the leftovers. As she stepped out of the break room, her gaze drifted through the floor–to–ceiling windows, staring straight into the night sky.

Stonebridge had a famously beautiful river running through its business district, and the Tate Group’s headquarters was situated along the riverbank.

At that moment, the night sky was lit up with dazzling fireworks, a common sight above the river during major festivals or

events.

These firework displays attracted countless spectators during special events.

As one of those spectators, she unconsciously placed her hand on her slightly protruding belly from the meal, feeling an inexplicable warmth flow through her heart.

It was probably because on the night of the festival, someone was thinking of her, feeling almost like a warm embrace.

While others were busy celebrating the festival with friends and family, her day was spent working overtime into the night,

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All Ellis was left with was the dial tone and confusion. Wait, what was that all about?

What in the world was going on? Ellis was nearly frantic, like a cat on a hot tin roof, when another message from Maya popped up on WhatsApp.

Once she knew where Maya was, Ellis immediately drove there.

During the drive, she tried to keep in contact with Maya.

Unfortunately, Maya’s phone was unreachable, and she stopped responding on WhatsApp.

Faced with this situation, her heart leaped to her throat, imagining the worst possible scenarios.

Maya hadn’t run into trouble, had she?

Driven by worry and fear, she sped to the Lumina Club.

Upon arrival, Ellis rechecked the WhatsApp message to confirm which room Maya was in, eager to rescue her. However, the doorman at the entrance stopped her.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but this is a members–only private club. You need to show your membership ID to enter,” the doorman said officially.

Ellis had access to various upscale venues in the past, but times had changed. She had left all those membership cards with the Hudson family and didn’t bring any with her. And she remembered this was her first time at this club; she didn’t have a membership here.

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