I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 68

I’m the Obsession of My Cold–Hearted Ex

Chapter 68 Keys to Conflict.

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Right then, Ellis wished she could chop him up and toss the pieces somewhere far away! They were arguing, and he nonchalantly pulled her into this, treating her like what? If she didn’t turn him into a eunuch, it would be a disservice to herself!

“You get off me! Otherwise, I swear I’ll keep the evidence of your assault and sue you for rapel” Ellis declared decisively “You’ll be waiting for jail time!”

She wasn’t joking: she was truly determined.

The last time, under the influence of drugs at the mansion, Easton had slept with her, and it was utterly revolting. If it hadn’t been for Carly, who administered the drugs, she would’ve long used legal means to sur Easton and make him pay the price he deserved.

If it weren’t for the old times when Ellis tried to please him, Easton might not have felt so negatively towards her now. But lately, she had become increasingly outrageous and even more impolite, his pre–visit chest tightness turning into a boulder blocking his heart’s blood flow.

This unprecedented discomfort lessened his physical desire, and he pursed his lips, “You talk too sharp, it’s annoying!”

“As if you’re not annoying! You say I’m sharp–tongued; are your words any better?” Ellis retorted with a cold laugh, quickly blinking away the trace of past pains deep in her eyes

When you love someone, you can’t help but care about what they do and say all the time!

Easton never cared about her feelings, saying whatever he wanted without regard for words as weapons. He didn’t understand how his light–hearted remarks could cause her severe harm.

No, maybe it wasn’t that he didn’t understand, but rather he knew exactly how to hurt her and did so deliberately.

As Ellis accused him like a plaintiff. Easton sneered, “Are you suggesting 1 need to reflect on my unpleasant speech?”

Hoping someone who doesn’t love you will reflect for your sake!

That was undoubtedly a delusional fantasy! Besides, she didn’t love him anymore, so what good would his reflection do?

Ellis ignored Easton’s question, her expression stone–cold, “You better get off me fast! Otherwise, I…

“Otherwise what? Just going to claw and threaten to call the cops?” Easton leaned in closer, his lips near Ellis’s ear, “Have I spoiled you so much that you’ve forgotten your place?”

Some people are born on a high cloud, arrogantly looking down on others struggling in the mire. Ellis didn’t consider herself mired.

But

compared to Easton, where else could she be but in the mud?

Normally, the breath of someone speaking is warm, but at that moment, Easton’s breath felt as cold as ancient ice.

Ellis felt a chill instead of warmth, perhaps not from his breath but from his remarks about their stark difference in status, his tone suggesting he could crush her like an ant, sending a shiver of fear through her, making her temperature drop.

As she stiffened, unsure how to counter Easton.

“If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. His back to her, his towering frame cast an oppressive shadow, “But if you don’t follow what I said tonight, and you come crying to me one day, I won’t show any mercy.”

The methods of punishment were varied, and Easton considered which would make Ellis beg the quickest.