I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369 The Never–Ending Cling

#Finished

That word–wifey–was Easton’s way of publicly declaring that she still belonged to him. A warning to other men to back off

“I said it without thinking, not to spread rumors,” Easton said, looking around like it was no big deal. “Are you heading home?”

“What the hell are you even saying? That wasn’t a slip of the tongue–you did it on purpose!” Ellis didn’t even acknowledge his second question. She wasn’t letting him change the subject. Not until she verbally ripped him to shreds.

If she didn’t put him in his place, did he really think she was all bark and no bite?

“Fine, I admit it. I did it on purpose,” Easton said with zero shame.

His blunt confession didn’t ease her anger at all.

“You’re insane!“

She’d rehearsed a whole list of things to scream at him, but suddenly didn’t feel like wasting the energy, Judging by how persistently he pestered her, nothing she said would actually get through to him.

So she turned around and walked off without another word.

Her car was soon brought around by the valet, and she drove off, fully expecting Easton to do something annoying–and right on cue, she spotted him trailing behind her in the rearview mirror.

She didn’t even have road rage, but this? This was enough to make her want to develop some.

By the time she reached the underground parking at her building, Easton parked right next to her.

Right next to her.

As if he was purposely testing how far she could be pushed. Ellis completely lost her patience and grabbed his damn tie again the moment she got out

“Do you ever stop? Do you have to stick to me like glue? Are you some kind of human duct tape?”

He’d moved into the apartment above hers and she hadn’t packed up and moved–that was her already giving him more grace than he deserved.

But no, the man had to keep escalating things, day after day, pushing her further and further toward a full–on breakdown. “You used to cling to me too, Easton said innocently.

Ellis was so mad she could barely breathe.

Yeah, she’d clung to him. Because she had loved him–really, truly loved him–and had no sense of security.

But Easton? All he was doing was making her sick.

“So if I did something stupid back then, now you’re going to copy it like a damn toddler?” she snapped. “Do you have any idea how annoying this is?”

“I know,” he said, surprisingly calm..

I’m keeping my distance.” Easton tried to justify himself. He really had been trying. Trying not to hover too close, trying not to always follow her around like a shadow.

She said nothing. pretending he didn’t exist. Meanwhile, he kept sneaking glances at her, like he was hoping the old Ellis–the one who used to cling to him–would suddenly come back.