Chapter 159: Late Night Snacks and Heart Attacks

However, the peace didn’t last. Easton was abruptly awakened from a nightmare in the dead of night, the room pitch black; not a hand was visible before his face. Blind in the darkness, the world eerily silent around him, his mind replayed the vivid crimson horrors of his dream.

In the dream, he was a figure from ancient times, wielding a sword, crashing a wedding in a grand estate. He slashed at everyone he encountered, leaving a trail of bodies, until he entered the hall where the ceremony was taking place. The bride, her face concealed under a white veil, clutched her trembling hands, her panic and fear evident. The groom stood protectively in front of her, facing the approaching threat.

Seeing the man shielding the bride, Easton didn’t know why, but a murderous rage surged through him. Kill him, kill him! Every vein in his body screamed. The groom stood with one arm around the bride, pointing at him with the other.

“Don’t—don’t come any closer!”

With a cold laugh, Easton advanced, and with a swift motion, his sword plunged through the groom’s heart, blood spilling violently. The groom didn’t die instantly; his pupils dilated as he stared ahead. Perhaps sensing her husband’s life hanging by a thread, the bride, disregarding all customs, ripped off her veil and cradled the collapsing groom, crying out in despair. “My dear?”

When the bride’s delicate, flawless face came into view, Easton froze—it was Ellis’s face! Moments later, the groom was dead. The bride, tears welling up in her eyes, shot him a look filled with hatred, then swiftly pulled the sword from her husband’s body and stabbed towards Easton’s heart.

“You killed my husband! I will fight you to the end!”

The moment the sword pierced his heart, intense pain coursed through his body. That scene, frozen in time. Easton gasped for air. The brush with death felt too real; his heart ached. Ellis killed me for another…

The thought rose absurdly in his mind; the bride was a character in his nightmare, not the real Ellis. My mom talking nonsense, Carly finding Ellis a remarriage candidate—it has nothing to do with me! Besides, even if Ellis really marries someone else, why would I kill her new partner! Ellis has the freedom to remarry!

After a while, his heart eased, and he tried to close his eyes, to conjure sleep again. But sleep wouldn’t come, not even a hint. Instead, his mind was filled with images of Ellis repeatedly asking for a divorce, rushing him to the Civil Affairs Department, and cheerfully following Carly’s arrangement to choose her remarriage candidate, finally picking the right one. He envisioned Carly inviting him to her wedding.

Does Ellis like getting married that much? Already married once and ready to do it again so soon? I need to see her, to ask her face-to-face!

His irritation before bed slowly morphed into restlessness. He commanded his smart speaker to turn on the lights. With the room bathed in light, Easton dressed in his usual clothes and drove towards Sunshine Estates. Working late had drained him, and he was in dire need of food. With limited options at the company cafeteria at this hour, Ellis had simply ordered her favorite takeout on her way home.

Chapter 150: Late Night Snacks and Heart Attacks

Once home, the takeout arrived, and she sat at the dining table, enjoying her meal. The dining room and living room were connected, and while eating, she casually turned on the TV to watch a comedy film. Engrossed in the movie and busy peeling shrimp and crab, her focus meant she didn’t hear the sound of the door opening.

Thus, when Easton entered, her gaze shifted slightly forward, catching sight of Ellis casually dressed, her long curly hair draped over her shoulders, figuring out how to swiftly crack open a large crab, anticipation for the crab roe and meat evident on her face, with the movie playing beside her. The scene was simple, subtly radiating the beauty of ordinary life.

Scanning the small space, his brows slightly furrowed. Is Ellis adapting too well to a commoner’s life? Finally cracking the crab open, Ellis planned to dissect it later, opting to eat a few more shrimp first. Unexpectedly, as she set the crab down, her gaze inadvertently swept forward, landing on a familiar tall figure that had appeared suddenly.

Instantly, her eyes locked onto the intruder. It was Easton! Why is this scumbag in my house? When did he get in…?

Having experienced him barging into her room in the middle of the night before, turning on the lights and waking her up, she wasn’t terrified or shocked this time, just speechless.

“What the heck are you doing? Showing up here again!” Ellis held back the impulse to throw food scraps at the man approaching her. “Please, can’t you at least act like you’re my ex-husband?”

“I know I’m your ex-husband; no need to remind me.” The title easily conjured boundless disgust; Easton truly loathed it.

“So, what do you want?”