I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 When Locksmiths Linger

“Law?” Easton scoffed cryptically, “You should be thinking about more than just the law?”

There was an old saying, “When you’re in someone’s house, you play by their rules.”

But she wasn’t in Easton’s house, she was in her own home. Why should I play by his rules?

Finished

Ellis pulled the covers over herself again and turned away. Too fed up to exchange another word with Easton, she simply closed her eyes and played dead

“Ellis”

Easton called her name a second time. She committed to her act of playing dead, still facing away from him.

“Get up!”

Suddenly, her left hand was grabbed, and a force yanked her upright. Ellis was infuriated. “You psycho! What’s your problem! You don’t sleep, and you won’t let others sleep either?”

In Ellis’s mouth. You psycho seemed to have become his personal nickname, each utterance more grating than the last, and this time was no exception for Easton, making him visibly uncomfortable.

Her jaw was suddenly seized, the slight pain causing Ellis to furrow her brows and glare fiercely at the culprit, “You-

Easton cut her off. “Can’t call people properly, huh? Shall I teach you how to speak?”

Angry at wanting to shake off his hand but instead finding herself overpowered, her left hand tightly clutched, Ellis not only felt pain in her jaw, unable to open her mouth or speak, but her hand hurt too,

Had Easton turned sadistic? Just because I cursed him a few times, did he want to silence me? She shook her head vigorously, trying to throw off his hand. However, the motion was too great; she seemed to have dizzied herself, her body tipping off balance

But she didn’t fall. Easton let go of her jaw and steadied her by pressing down on her shoulders. However, she felt no gratitude towards him, only a desire to beat him senseless.

“You psycho, if you don’t get out of my house now, I’m calling the cops!” Physically, women are naturally weaker than men. and few can overpower a man, Ellis knew she was no match for Easton. Her only thought to get rid of him was to threaten to call the police.

Caught up in her threat, Ellis unfortunately forgot one thing women tend to sleep without a brassiere and in loose pajamas.

Thus, because of her struggling just now, her neckline had slipped forward quite a bit, inadvertently revealing a generous view of her beautifully curved figure. Coupled with her black hair, red lips, and pale skin that remained stunning even without makeup, her fierce glare unfortunately exuded an unintentional allure, robbing her of any intimidating effect.

It was as if she was playing a reluctant role in the games she used to play to please him.

Even though he disliked Ellis’s materialistic vanity and scheming nature, he had to admit her body was fatally attractive to him.

After warning Easton, Ellis waited for his reaction, ready to act based on his response.

It wasn’t the cold and gloomy look she was used to when she saw him; it was an indescribable strangeness. On closer inspection, beneath the strangeness was the familiar look of a hunter eyeing his prey.

Unexpectedly, the next second brought a heavy weight, shifting her from sitting to lying down.