Chapter 116: Uneasy Slumber

It had been a while since he last experienced insomnia. The email he’d let early has sent a bit after moving to this new room. He figured it was probably here he had endured sleepless nights for three years, and even before they were married, they’d both had a way of causing some of his sleepless agony. Years the… Ellis always found the things that scumbag said to resemble the kind of trash talk she’d heard from sons about men’s most untrustworthy bedroom promises. “Imm, like I just want to sleep next to you, nothing… just rub against you, I won’t do anything…”

“You’re the one with insomnia, you deal with your pain! I’m not obligated to ease it for you,” he retorted, dismissing the rest of that scumbag’s comments to avoid getting riled up. People tend to get infuriated when reminded of their own foolish deeds.

“4.2 million dollars to spend a night with me, not worth it?” the Pastor’s gaze fixated on her. “Or do you want to compensate even more?”

“Compensation should be determined by the court, not by you trying to scare me,” Ellis said, rolling her eyes at the scumbag. “Sleeping with you is like sleeping in a trash heap. Even if you paid me 4.2 million dollars, it wouldn’t cover the emotional damage!”

Regardless of whether that scumbag saw her as just a bed accessory, Ellis firmly refused to touch him. To her, a scumbag was synonymous with a pollutant, and wherever he was amounted to trash. Cursing him out, she fled to the couch.

It’s worth mentioning that the scumbag’s wealth was substantial, owning properties in the prime locations of Stonebridge, characterized by exorbitant prices and top-notch facilities. The house was massive, each floor around 10,000 square feet. The room she chose was spacious enough, meaning both the bed and the couch were comfortable for sleeping.

Feeling a bit odd without something covering her, Ellis lay down, quickly got up to grab a thin blanket, wrapped herself up, and then closed her eyes, ready to drift off. As for the scumbag, he could do whatever; she was done dealing with him. Left alone in the bed, the space beside her eerily empty where he used to lie, she now rested on the couch. It seemed as if a natural barrier had formed between them, and suddenly, Easton was inexplicably infuriated.

“Ellis!”

His displeased voice echoed, but Ellis acted as if she heard nothing. Why respond when she was determined to ignore him?

“You have three minutes to get to the bed, or you’ll regret it!”

As he watched her unmoving on the couch, his irritation grew. In the past, whenever Ellis behaved or spoke inappropriately, or he simply got annoyed with her, she would shamelessly sidle up to him. They had slept separately before, usually initiated by him, but it always ended with Ellis shamelessly joining him in bed. Today, he needed her to relieve his insomnia; she cursed herself and wondered, could he not feel agitated?

Listening to his threatening words, Ellis sneered inwardly. Thanks to that scumbag, she was in a bind. Adding more trouble would make no difference; life was tough anyway, why should she demean herself to please that scumbag in bed?

As seconds ticked by, and three minutes passed, a chilly sensation filled the room. With her eyes closed, her hearing sharpened, picking up on the coolness. Why was the scumbag silent? What was he quietly up to?

Before she could gather her thoughts, the warmth she had been enjoying was disrupted as the blanket was violently pulled away; she immediately opened her eyes.

“If I can’t sleep, neither will you!”

Easton took the blanket and sat on a nearby armchair, legs crossed. Ellis was utterly speechless. Fortunately, the house had central air conditioning running the whole day, so she wasn’t cold or hot without the blanket. Still, she needed something to hug for a sense of security while sleeping. So, she grabbed a cushion in place of the blanket, hugged it to her chest, and slowly closed her eyes.

But just as she did, her feet were tickled a few times, making her want to curse. Childish scumbag! It seemed like the scumbag was deliberately picking a fight, continuing to disrupt her sleep in various ways. She truly believed this man was seriously ill, giving him too much idle time.

Luckily, the scumbag didn’t persist for long. Ignoring him, he probably felt it was pointless to continue. Suddenly, footsteps sounded, moving from the couch to the door, then fading away. He left? She cautiously opened her eyes to look around; there was no sign of Easton.

Once the scumbag was gone, she quickly ran to lock the door and blocked it with large items to prevent him from silently appearing in her room, scaring her out of her wits. Unbeknownst to her, while she was securing the door, two bodyguards stationed outside were being swept by a dark, unclear gaze.