To the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex

Chapter 105: Locked In

“No, it’s about making me wear the cuckold’s horns, huh? As if I don’t know how to do that.”

Even though finding another man to marry wasn’t exactly making Easton a cuckold, he seemed so fixated on it, warning her repeatedly tonight. Why should she obey his every command?

Easton’s hand was still on her face, feeling like dirt tarnishing her. Ellis couldn’t hold back her anger and blurted out, “Keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll sue you for harassment!”

“Cuckold?” Easton repeated the phrase she hurled at him, his eyes gradually chilling. “Ellis, there’s a limit to rebellion.”

It was obvious she said those things just to provoke him. But hearing them was painfully grating!

Just the thought of her being cozy with another man filled his chest with pressure, suffocating him with an indescribable sense of heaviness and a fleeting urge to kill.

“You’re not in charge of whether I rebel or not; I don’t want to waste words with you!” Tired of looking at Easton and hearing his infuriating words, Ellis simply closed her eyes and covered her ears.

Playing blind and deaf, Easton wouldn’t let her enjoy such comfort, forcefully taking her hands off her ears and demanding she open her eyes.

Like a standoff, she refused to open her eyes, curious what Easton could possibly do about it.

“I’ll count to three, and if you don’t open your eyes, don’t blame me for being rude!”

His threatening tone echoed in her ears, but Ellis was unafraid.

“One.” Easton counted slowly.

The more he saw her refusing to look at him, the more agitated he became. Perhaps he was too accustomed to her eyes filled with only him, and he couldn’t handle her indifference.

“Two.”

Just as he finished, he noticed her eyes rolling under her eyelids, clearly unwilling to open them. He suddenly felt the air in the room stop moving, and subconsciously adjusted his tic.

“Last chance, three!”

His deliberately slow cadence was obvious to Ellis.

She didn’t care why Easton wanted her to open her eyes; she found his face nauseating.

Suddenly, she hypnotized herself to believe Easton didn’t exist. Seeing her eyes settle and her body still, as if peacefully asleep, her clenched fists betrayed her alertness, and restlessness stirred within Easton.

“Fine, play dead, right? You’ll just stay in the manor then; don’t even think about going out!”

With that, he turned and headed for the door.

His footsteps faded, and Ellis cracked open her eyes just a slit. She had planned to stay at the manor for a while anyway. The manor had everything I needed, so why leave?

Chapter 105: Locked In

She didn’t care; in fact, she was almost pleased. However, she didn’t expect Easton to stop at the door, turn back, and frown at her, his lips slightly pursed. “When I said don’t think about going out, I meant from the eighth floor.”

Ellis’s eyes flew open. “You scumbag, you’re putting me under house arrest?”

“What’s this playing? You brought it on yourself!” Easton scoffed.

Ellis used to pretend, claiming she loved him for a lifetime: he took those words as a joke, not believing she loved him, but rather the wealth and prestige he represented. That didn’t mean he was indulging her now.

If she could even speak of making me a cuckold, why should I let her out?

She needed to stay here, confined like in solitary reflection!

Without another word, Ellis lunged forward, attempting to grab the tie that could restrain Easton.

Unexpectedly, Easton dodged, locking the door as he coldly said, “Stay put; I’ll let you out when I feel like it.”

Previously, Carly had briefly locked her up here, but this time Ellis was determined not to let Easton succeed. She braced herself against the door handle, preventing Easton from locking it from the outside.

Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain, as Easton managed to lock the door.

Faintly hearing Easton instructing someone outside to send her food and personal items on schedule, she wasn’t about to sit idly by. Frantically, she searched the room for a landline to call Carly.

Wondering what Easton intended by bringing Ellis upstairs, Carly quickly headed to the eighth floor as soon as she received Ellis’s call.

Arriving at the eighth floor and seeing Easton with a grim expression standing in front of the door, Carly put on an elder’s authority, “Easton, no matter what, Ellis is still the daughter I raised; she…”

“Do you think just because you’re staying at Grandpa’s place, I can’t do anything to you?” Easton interrupted icily, Carly’s expression stiffening.

Inside, hearing Carly and Easton’s conversation, Ellis worried Carly might be intimidated by Easton and wouldn’t dare to let her out, so she knocked on the door, calling out, “Ms. Carly, open the door!”

The next moment, the door opened.

Before she could feel relieved, she caught sight of Easton’s face, her lips curling in disdain.

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