I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81 The Final Countdown

Finished

Ellis half–raised his wrist, eyeing the time on his watch. If you don’t beg for mercy within three minutes, the opportunity

expires

If it weren’t for the most basic self–control. Ellis would want to jump up and hit him. I already said I want a divorce, and you agreed to process it today. I haven’t done anything wrong, so why should I beg for mercy?”

“The fuss you’ve made about getting a divorce has caused me a lot of unnecessary trouble.”

As his words tell, clouds of frustration formed over her head. Today, she truly witnessed what shamelessness meant! People need their faces: trees need their bark, but he was utterly shameless.

He didn’t mention a word about the pain his infidelity during their marriage had caused her, instead biting back, accusing her of troubling him

Grinding her teeth. Ellis said, “Let me make it clear, I’m not making a scene about the divorce, I am determined to divorce you! Please stop saying I’m making a fuss and respect my wishes!”

“Being sharp–tongued and stubborn don’t make you likable, and you’ve got both, Easton noted, yet despite being visibly upset. Ellis was as cute as a button. He couldn’t help but lift his hand to gently caress her pale, delicate cheek just inches away, “This drama should about end. I’m giving you a way

Ellis couldn’t fathom his twisted logic: she’d heard his talk of giving her a way out more than once. Why does he think I need a tay out! Did I ever look that desperate, like some dog wagging its tail, begging for mercy? His offer, did I even need it? Just a single command from him, and I’m supposed to rush to his side, ready to perform any act he dictates, just to show him what he wants to see?

His large hand cupping her face, spreading a warmth that wasn’t hers, she frowned and swatted his hand away, “Are you sick? Just talk, why are you touching my face!

Not wanting to conflict with him didn’t mean Ellis would suffer his actions in silence.

“Do I touch you that little? Touching you won’t make you lose a piece of flesh” Easton’s right hand remained, now casually playing with her shiny black hair.

Given their past, his actions couldn’t exactly be called harassment, merely blunt honesty. Yet, Ellis was still annoyed.

And his playing with her hair, like a child with a beloved toy,

This time, she grabbed his wrist, planning to scratch him hard before throwing it off

Such maneuvering naturally prevented her from scratching him, forcing her to lift her head.

“The three minutes are almost up. Take advantage of my good mood and beg for mercy. Easton realized his own standards had lowered unconsciously; he didn’t care if Ellis called him a psycho, he just wanted her to step down from her stance, back to before she made a fuss about divorce.

Her waist was no longer held by one hand but was now entwined by both like vines, a touch Ellis greatly disliked.

Thinking about all the intimate things he had done with Victoria, even though she was only touching him through clothes, it still made waves of nausea surge in her stomach.

While cursing, she didn’t forget to struggle, trying hard to leave his embrace. But he was much stronger, or perhaps it was her harsh words, his face quickly turned icy, his chilling aura enough to keep her firmly in place

“Call me psycho one more time, see what happens?” He really didn’t like being called a psycho, especially seeing how angrily she cursed, Easton held her tighter, then pinched her chin, “I didn’t mind before, but I won’t indulge you now.”