Chapter 270: Unwanted Gifts

Ellis didn’t accept his apology, and money couldn’t sway her. When asked what she wanted, her response was clear: she wished he would disappear from her life entirely, her disgust nearing a desire for his complete absence. Now, she was surrounded by barriers when it came to him. The thought of any normal interaction was off the table; she disliked him getting any closer.

What could he do? Unable to change the situation, he felt a profound sense of helplessness. After several strong drinks, under the influence of alcohol, he dialed his mother’s number. “Mom,” Easton called while Sophia was trying to sleep, and she scolded him slightly, “Stop calling me that! Do you even look at the time? Aren’t you considering whether I’m asleep?”

Ignoring Sophia’s reproach, Easton shared his troubles, “I went to apologize to Ellis today, but it didn’t go well. What should I do next?” Sophia closed her eyes. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Your situation with Ellis isn’t urgent.”

Waking up annoyed was one thing, and she didn’t want to extend the conversation, but her point was valid. If Ellis could be easily soothed and agreed to remarry, she wouldn’t have left so resolutely without looking back. “Okay.” Before he could say more, the call ended with a sharp beep, and Easton’s lips tightened slightly.

Setting his phone down, he refilled his glass and drank it all in one go. The distress didn’t subside but grew instead. Sometimes, alcohol can’t drown sorrows but deepens them. Driven by his frustration and discomfort, he threw his glass, and it smashed against the empty wall. The sound of the shattered glass and the spilling alcohol seemed to mock him silently, highlighting his late realization of his feelings. If he had understood his heart before the divorce, he wouldn’t have to endure such a night. He could be happily holding Ellis, asleep together, looking forward to a better tomorrow.

Despite the heartache, life goes on. Another paranoid day at work, Ellis was at her desk, focusing intently on her tasks. Suddenly, she received a call from a delivery person. “Ms. Harper, right? Your delivery is here. Could you please come down to the first floor of your company to sign for it!” Ellis was puzzled.

The Tate Group provided four meals a day as part of employee benefits. She usually ordered delivery only when she was tired of the cafeteria food, but she was certain she hadn’t ordered anything today. Where is this delivery coming from? “You must be mistaken; I didn’t order anything,” she said.

After the delivery person confirmed the order details and verified he had the correct recipient, he offered, “If you can’t come down right now, may I leave it at the front desk?” “Sure.” As she hung up, Ellis frowned. Who ordered delivery for me? Could it be Maya?

She quickly sent a WhatsApp message to Maya, “Not too busy today? Had time to order me delivery?” Maya replied, confused, “I didn’t order anything!” Who then? Could my constant anxiety be affecting my memory, making me forget I had ordered something?

Chapter 270: Unwanted Gifts

Ellis opened the delivery app to check her order history and confirmed she hadn’t forgotten; she really hadn’t ordered anything. What is this all about! Could it be Morty sending me something again? Having once received flowers from Morty, she immediately suspected him. Unlike Maya, she couldn’t just confront Morty directly, and she didn’t want to contact him, so she suppressed the urge to ask him and went down to the front desk to pick up the delivery.

However, the delivery wasn’t the food she expected but an enormous bouquet of roses. The receptionist greeted her enthusiastically, “Ms. Harper, is your boyfriend sending you flowers? They’re beautiful!” The roses were clearly freshly picked, their vibrant allure undeniable, but without knowing the sender, Ellis felt no affection for them. She quickly scanned for a card, which usually accompanied such gifts.

Looking over the bouquet, she found no card. Who sent these flowers? They should at least sign their name and state their intentions! Wary of an anonymous gift, which could hide something sinister, Ellis looked around and called over the janitor, “Ma’am, could you please throw these out for me?”

The janitor, having never seen such beautiful roses, expressed regret. “These flowers are so pretty. It’s a shame to throw them away!” As Ellis was about to respond, the janitor glanced at her and added, “Ms. Harper must be tired of receiving all sorts of flowers, suffering from aesthetic fatigue. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of them for you.”

Beautiful women like Ellis never lacked admirers, and winning her heart wasn’t easy without a bit of ingenuity.