I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Catch Me If You Can!

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“If you can take it, so can I Easton said as he pressed the power button, turning off the screen and slipping the phone into his pocket.

Ellis couldn’t argue with that.

She indeed had a habit of taking Easton’s phone without asking for his permission.

Watching him stash her phone in his pocket, she restrained her temper and said in a calm tone. “The butler hasn’t brought the marriage certificates yet. I need my phone to pass the time. Give it back!”

Easton glanced at her sidelong a few times, then stared straight ahead, showing no signs of returning the phone, as if he hadn’t heard her request.

This action of his didn’t make Ellis angry enough to resort to violence, but irritation was clear on her face. If he wasn’t going to return it, she’d simply take it back herself a simple solution.

With a scowl, she turned to face him and bent down to rummage through his pocket.

Just

her fingertips reached inside. Easton grabbed her hands.

Forced to stop, she looked up at him, still reasonably calm, and stated, “I want my phone back.”

Looking into Ellis’s bright, clear eyes, which reflected his figure as if she were merely looking at an object–without any additional layers of emotion–Easton was not accustomed to such a detached manner from her.

He pursed his lips and asked. “Why do you need to look at your phone? Isn’t looking at me good enough?”

Ellis controlled her urge to roll her eyes. How do I not notice hote narcissistic he could be before!

Truth be told, Easton had the looks to be narcissistic–sharp brows, a high nose, thin well–shaped lips, and a jawline that could cut glass, dressed in a crisp black and white shirt and suit pants that accentuated his inverted physique, broad shoulders, and long legs.

Her mouth twitched slightly, “Easton, we’re getting divorced!”

Who in their right mind would choose to spend their time staring at their soon–to–be ex–husband instead of their phone?

No matter how handsome her ex might be, it couldn’t overshadow the humiliation and disgust she had endured from him. She saw past conventional aesthetics, not caring for his looks at all.

“You don’t need to remind me we’re getting divorced.”

The word “divorce” had been uttered too frequently, especially here in the Civil Affairs Department, just shy of finalizing their separation with the missing marriage certificate.

Easton grew increasingly averse to the term, loathing it with every fiber of his being.

Besides disgust, there was an indescribable, peculiar emotion brewing inside him. Was this peculiarity a result of Ellis’s escalating antics?

But she really creating a scene? A novel thought crossed his mind, causing Easton to look down and then up again, reassessing the woman whose hands he held.

Ellis had a sudden bad feeling when Easton started scrutinizing her. Is he planning to sabotage the divorce proceedings

Seizing the moment while he was lost in thought, she broke free from his grasp and ran outside the Civil Affairs Department

Standing at the entrance, she had a clear view of the traffic and pedestrians, poised to spot the butler’s arrival. She leaned against a pillar to avoid any further contact with Easton that could lead to a conflict.

Unexpectedly, Easton followed her out. His tall frame moved slowly in front of her, resuming his earlier scrutiny.

Defiantly, she tilted her chin up. “Why didn’t you stay inside? What are you doing out here?”

Her sudden departure might have indicated she was finally ready to give in but couldn’t face doing so publicly, perhaps planning to plead later. Unquestionably, her conceding would alleviate some inexplicable heaviness in his heart, perhaps even reducing her determination to divorce.