Chapter 113: Midnight Melodrama

Even Easton took to surveying the surroundings in a mockingly earnest manner, asking, “You’ve been looking around for so long; found any room you like?”

“I’m figuring out where to bury your manhood!” Ellis was utterly exhausted. After a whole day, her energy was mostly sapped, leaving her speech barely above a whisper. She picked a room at random and lay down on the bed.

Perhaps it was because she wasn’t in a familiar setting, or maybe her brain subconsciously shielded her from disturbing thoughts, but her vomiting stopped, although her fatigue was getting worse. She needed a bath, fresh clothes, and a good sleep. Escaping was going to take strength, and she wasn’t about to just sit around and die. She certainly wouldn’t wait around like some pet the scumbag had locked up, only getting to leave when he felt like taking her for a walk.

Ellis settled down, not resisting as she had before entering the house. She seemed to accept her situation on the surface, which made Easton think she was finally getting smart. “You can order the butler and the servants around as usual. If you need anything, just tell them.”

“I need poison to kill you; ask them to bring it!”

“Do you want to reflect until the end of time?”

“Rather than me reflecting, you should worry about suddenly dropping dead!” Even in her tired state, insulting the scumbag didn’t bring Ellis any satisfaction. “You psycho, get out; don’t bother me!”

“If you can’t pick up manners and learn to address people properly, then you might as well stay in your room for the rest of your life!” If you asked Easton what he hated being called, right now he’d definitely say it was the names Ellis threw at him.

Her mood swings had become a notable feature. Before the kidnapping, she’d sweetly called him “husband.” Now, she freely hurled the ugliest insults at him. Sometimes he didn’t mind and could ignore them, but sometimes he really hated it, especially when she pointed right at his nose.

Ellis scoffed, “Who’s afraid of who? Just you wait!”

“Fine, I’ll wait.”

With that, Easton frowned and left. Finally rid of the scumbag. Ellis didn’t feel much better. Because the scumbag had gone mad, the sound of the door slamming was excessively loud, as if trying to shatter it. Slamming doors had always been her thing, not his. The sudden reversal made her frown. “That scumbag is seriously sick!”

Though the location of her daily life had changed, the butler still had the duty of managing Easton’s daily needs. Of course, to the butler, Ellis was still the lady of the Hudson family house, now back living with Easton. She couldn’t be ignored. Even without Easton’s orders, he felt obliged to serve Ellis.

The butler, carrying hot water and food, came to the door of the room Ellis had chosen and knocked gently. “Mrs. Hudson, could you please open the door?”

After several calls with no response from inside, the butler looked at the bodyguards stationed by the door and asked, “Is Mrs. Hudson in there?”

“Just now, sir had us stand guard here, and we checked; Mrs. Hudson is inside.” The task seemed simple but was far from easy, requiring 24-hour vigilant monitoring of Ellis by rotating shifts of bodyguards, who dared not slack.

“Should I go in?” The butler lifted the items a bit higher, indicating he was delivering necessities to Ellis.

“Sure.” One of the bodyguards moved to help open the door but found it locked.

“Did Mrs. Hudson lock herself in?” the butler guessed.

“It seems so.” The bodyguard remembered checking if Ellis was in the room and her resentful gaze; probably very displeased with being monitored.

The butler pressed his ear against the door, raising his voice slightly, “Mrs. Hudson, you’re not fully well. I’ve brought you some hot water and food. Eat something before you sleep; it’s good for you.”

Inside, Ellis could vaguely hear the butler and the bodyguards talking. She didn’t respond; she didn’t want to deal with them. What was there to deal with? She didn’t want to see anyone right now!

But there was a problem—the room wasn’t fully equipped. After a moment’s thought, she opened the door.

Face-to-face with Ellis, the butler smiled, “Mrs. Hudson.”

“I don’t have any clothes to change into. Bring me some new ones,” Ellis ordered.

“Mrs. Hudson, I’ve placed some of your clothes in the walk-in closet of the upstairs master bedroom. Please wait a moment.” The butler, reassigned to a new work location, knew who his service target was and had prepared everything, bringing Ellis’s personal items from the previous location.

“New purchases?” Ellis never doubted the power of money to have the butler quickly find someone to buy suitable clothes for her.

“No, I brought them from your and sir’s room,” the butler paused. “Mrs. Hudson, if you want new ones, I can arrange for top brands to deliver them to your door tomorrow based on your preferences.”