I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 A Dog’s Godmother?

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The day came for Ellis to visit Casey’s house. The moment she stepped through the gates of Petal Estates, she slowed her pace to a crawl, practically moving at a turtle’s speed.

After a full day of work, the last thing she wanted was to spend her evening “watching” a kid. She was tired and had no problem dragging her feet a little.

As she walked, a fluffy white blur came charging at her, finally circling around her feet.

The soft fur brushing against her legs and the way its bushy tail wagged eagerly gave her all the information she needed. She didn’t even have to look–it was Morty’s Samoyed.

This little guy… No, this big guy.

He had to be at least fifty or sixty pounds. Standing up, he probably wasn’t much shorter than she was.

She had never petted him before, but she had seen him plenty of times. He seemed to recognize her, too.

She vaguely remembered learning somewhere that this breed was known for being gentle. She wasn’t afraid of his excited greeting, but out of habit, she glanced around, looking for his owner.

“Ms. Harper.”

Morty approached at a relaxed pace, casually lifting the leash in his hand.

“Maya, come here.”

After greeting Ellis, he bent down to fasten the leash around the Samoyed’s neck. Ellis stayed still while Maya, clearly intrigued by her, kept circling her legs, sniffing at her clothes. Morty had to turn a few times before he could finally secure the leash.

Once he pulled Maya back a little, Ellis gave them both a good look.

Did Morty take his dog on long walks every day?

She had been coming here for a while now, and there hadn’t been a single time she didn’t see Morty walking his dog.

It was almost like he was an NPC in a video game, programmed to appear at the same time, doing the same thing.

The thought struck her out of nowhere, and she immediately realized how ridiculous it was.

Because if he was an NPC, then so was she. Her routine was just as predictable–going back and forth, doing the same tasks at the same times. Maybe that’s just how most people lived.

“You’re here to do work for Madam Lois’s son again?”

Ellis wasn’t sure how Morty had figured out that Casey was Lois’s son, let alone how he knew that every time she came here, it was for work. But the second he said that, she suddenly remembered his little stunt from before–secretly snapping photos of her and Casey together and sending them to Easton, making it seem like she was cheating.

She had almost forgotten about that. Now, it resurfaced out of nowhere.

She didn’t give him an attitude, but her expression turned unreadable as she looked at him.

This guy was so… contradictory.

One moment, he was polite and mild–mannered. The next, he was passive–aggressive. And then, without warning, he’d go behind someone’s back and do something straight–up shady. He switched between these roles so effortlessly it was almost. impressive.

“Mm.” She gave a half–hearted nod and started walking toward Casey’s house.

But Morty stopped her.

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Seriously? What kind of post was so important that he had to personally message people to get likes? Wait a minute–since their social circles overlapped a little, they probably had some mutual contacts on WeChat.

…Godmother? Did he just say… godmother? To a dog?

Is Morty suggesting this? Now that was insane.