I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398 Mixed Signals

Finished

After the divorce, at least she could finally rest without being worked to exhaustion. She wasn’t going to think about that

anymore.

She had no idea how long she tossed and turned, but eventually Ellis drifted back to sleep–though it wasn’t exactly restful.

The next morning, she woke up looking tired and out of it.

So much so that Maxwell asked the second he saw her, “Didn’t sleep well last night, Ms. Harper?”

She nodded honestly. “No, I didn’t.”

“Then get a little more sleep. I don’t need you right now,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “I’ll call you when I do.”

That unexpected kindness from her boss threw her off a little.

Then again, she might be quitting soon anyway. Whatever. If the boss said sleep, she’d go sleep.

“Alright, thank you, Mr. Maxwell.”

She headed back to her room immediately.

Maxwell watched her go, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Just because she didn’t sleep well didn’t mean she’d nap the whole day away. Ellis ended up sleeping less than an hour before waking up feeling much better.

She stayed in bed, lazily scrolling her phone while waiting for Maxwell to call.

Before he could, her phone rang with a call from Maya.

“Hey, Maya.”

Maya was calling to ask if Ellis remembered where she’d left something. Ellis thought for a second, told her where it probably was, and was about to hang up–until Maya brought up Easton.

He’d shown up looking for her again. Maya told him Ellis was out of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a few days.

Ellis wasn’t mad. She didn’t care whether Maya told him or not.

If Maya hadn’t, Easton would’ve just looked into it himself anyway. The man had no boundaries.

She’d known for a long time that Easton liked to investigate where she went anytime she didn’t pick up his calls.

Maybe it was that dream she’d had last night. Wait–no. That wasn’t a dream. That was her brain randomly replaying old memories of them hooking up.

And now, for some insane reason, a tiny part of her was feeling that itch again.

Have I just gotten too comfortable? Is that why I’m going nuts like this?

What the hell was she thinking? Wanting to sleep with Easton again?

Not a chance in hell.

She didn’t care how much her body missed sex–she wasn’t going anywhere near her ex–husband.

The guy was used goods. And he’d slept with someone she absolutely couldn’t stand. Just thinking about it made her stomach churn.

If she really wanted someone, she’d find a man who was actually clean.

After hanging up, Ellis got out of bed and sat down at her laptop.

Even though she was out of town, there was still work to take care of from the main office. Since Maxwell hadn’t called for her yet, she knocked out as much as she could.

Not in a bad way. More like… shy? Was that even possible?

No way. I’m definitely reading too much into this.

But as the trip went on, Ellis was fully convinced she’d imagined it. Maxwell acted totally normal–professional, calm, nothing weird at all.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he enjoyed spending time with Ellis–even if most of it was technically work.