I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408 Was It Real or Not?

Just because a man controls himself doesn’t mean his body stops needing things.

Easton glanced down, let out a long breath, and resigned himself to stepping into the bathroom.

Finished

After what felt like forever, a wad of tissues hit the bottom of the trash can. Feeling a little calmer, he held his hands under the faucet and took his time rinsing clean.

Once he was sure Ellis had fallen into a deep sleep and wouldn’t suddenly wake up again, he got up and left. As much as he wanted to stay, maybe lie beside her under the excuse of taking care of her, he knew better.

There would be other chances. No need to rush.

Maya had been at the law firm working until late. When she finally emailed her revised evidence chain to her mentor, she packed up and dragged her sore body back home.

First thing she did wasn’t rest–she headed straight to Ellis’s room.

Drunk people needed extra attention. If they threw up in their sleep and choked, it could turn deadly real fast. She just needed to check that everything was fine before she went to bed

She pushed the door open. The bed was empty–at least it looked that way at first, Judging by the hump in the blankets, Ellis had her head buried under the covers.

“Not suffocating in there?”

Maya muttered as she walked over and rugged the comforter down just enough to uncover Ellis’s face. As she turned to leave. something caught her eye.

The color of Ellis’s clothes had changed..

Wait a second–wasn’t she wearing something dark earlier!

Why was she in pink now!

Maya blinked, confused. But Ellis looked perfectly fine, so maybe she’d changed herself before bed. She didn’t think too hard.

about it and went off to rest.

The next day, around noon.

Waking up with a hangover was brutal. Ellis’s head felt like a balloon filled with lead. She groaned and tried to piece together how much she’d had to drink

The memories came in disjointed flashes–fragments out of order. She rubbed her temples, trying to force the pieces back into place.

As the pressure in her head slowly eased, a face swam into her vision.

Easton

She froze

Why the hell was Easton popping up in her mind?

Frowning. Ellis forced herself to remember. The more she focused, the clearer the image became. She could practically see him at her bedside, saying something and maybe–maybe even touching her?

Chapter 408 Was It Real or Not?

The urge to storm upstairs and demand answers hit her like a freight train.

Finished

But right before she acted on it, logic caught up. What if none of it actually happened? What if it was just some drunk dream her brain had cooked up?

She couldn’t go around accusing people without proof–especially not someone like Easton. As annoying as he was, he had a surprisingly high tolerance for her mood swings. She didn’t need to come off like some irrational, overly dramatic ex–wife.

Maybe it was better to ask Maya first.

Maya was already up and in the kitchen, boiling hangover soup for Ellis. She’d figured her friend would be crawling out of bed complaining about headaches, so she was one step ahead.

When Ellis shuttled in. Maya smirked. “Look who finally woke up.”

“I need to ask you something.” Ellis muttered, half–leaning against the wall like she might collapse any second. “Did Easton come by last night

Nope. Maya said without missing a beat.

Ellis frowned. “Really?”

“You seriously drank that much, huh? Having memory gaps already? Probably dreamed something and now you can’t tell what’s real and what’s not. Maya shrugged. “If he’d shown up. I would’ve told you.”

Fair enough

Ellis trusted Mava more than anyone. And really, what reason would Maya have to lie? There was nothing in it for her.

Groaning. Ellis dropped her head. “Why does being hungover feel like death?”

“Because you suck. Your alcohol tolerance is garbage.