Chapter 121: No Climbing Out

From start to finish, that scumbag was an utter mystery. Disgusted by sharing the same air with him, Ellis headed to the balcony. The butler was nearby, directing the workers, which only added to her irritation. Doing her best to block everyone out, she focused on escape plans while taking in the pitch-black night view.

Ellis stood silently on the balcony, her back to him, causing Easton’s brows to furrow. The balcony was enclosed; there was no climbing out to freedom this time. The image of her previous escape attempts replayed in his mind, his heart feeling oddly squeezed and then left hanging.

Affected by the discomfort in his heart, he found himself walking over to her. Standing behind Ellis, she showed no reaction. Under the night sky, her small, delicate face radiated unhappiness and annoyance.

“What are you thinking about?”

His flat inquiry echoed around, and without needing to look back, Ellis knew it was that scumbag who asked. Her expression unchanged, she pretended not to hear him. Communicating with this scumbag is impossible! To put it bluntly, the scumbag didn’t understand plain English, so she wasn’t about to respond to him tonight.

Failed escape attempts were annoying enough! Having to deal with nonsensical conversations with that scumbag only added to her frustration! Ellis remained motionless, not even glancing his way, which Easton found increasingly irritating, especially her dismissive attitude.

If she didn’t want to deal with him, he’d make sure she had to.

“Annoyed about how to escape?”

As he spoke, his gaze shifted from Ellis’s face to her slender waist, unable to remember the last time he’d hugged her from behind. Their hugs were usually initiated by her running into his arms or during their most intimate moments, which he enjoyed, but she didn’t. Whenever he ignored her, she would try to please him by initiating those moments.

Right now, he wasn’t thinking about that; his heart was still in limbo, accompanied by a trace of fear. He couldn’t pinpoint his fear—perhaps it was a profound respect for life! He couldn’t stand seeing life treated carelessly. Amidst his tangled thoughts, he felt an urgent need to stabilize his heart.

Watching Ellis so close, he unconsciously spread his arms and wrapped them around her waist like vines. The closeness of their bodies generated warmth, raising their body temperatures. He drew comfort from the warmth of Ellis’s body, calming his heart for a moment.

Suddenly feeling something press against her back, Ellis was startled. The next moment, seeing the large hands on her waist, she bristled, exclaiming, “You psycho, why are you hugging me?”

“Because I want to.”

That scumbag responded with infuriating entitlement, and she struggled to pry his hands off. “No way! Stop being so annoying!” She was not his human toy to just grab and hug!

“Stop moving. I’ll just hold you for a bit, then let go.” The shadow of fear was persistent, neither suppressed nor easily…

It was a tangible, warm comfort that allowed him to find peace amidst his fears.

“Hug you…” Ellis used every brain cell and all her vocabulary to curse at that scumbag, while also trying to pinch off his hands.

Unable to free myself and not allowed to fight back? Interestingly, he let her be, almost indulging her, making it hard to understand his madness.

Finally, before she completely lost her cool, that scumbag, true to his word, let her go. Now free to turn around and use her hands, the first thing she did was furiously punch him in the chest, wishing her hands were knives to stab him precisely.

“Ouch.” Easton covered his slightly pained chest, his eyebrows forming a deep furrow. “Ellis, are you trying to kill me? I’m your husband!”

Kill husband? The idea sounded absurd. A so-called husband who was hardly a husband at all, Easton had some nerve!

“Why would I kill you myself? I’d be risking my life then.” Ellis replied with a sarcastic smile, “I should hire someone, place no one knows about, to do it; that way, when you’re dead, I wouldn’t have to face the death penalty or prison. I could inherit your wealth and live comfortably for the rest of my life.”

Easton’s lips twitched slightly, “Dream on! If I die, you’re going down with me!”

“You’re dreaming if you think I’d join you in death!”

Pushing that annoying scumbag away, Ellis returned to the room, scanning the people working on the windows.

“Are you guys always this slow? Why isn’t it done yet?”

Seeing those people was just irritating; she wanted to lie down. Catching a glimpse of Easton following Ellis, the butler cautiously added, “Mrs. Hudson, it will be ready in half an hour.”

The butler had made one mistake by not keeping Ellis; there couldn’t be another.