Chapter 67: When Locksmiths Linger

“Law?” Easton scoffed cryptically. “You should be thinking about more than just the law.”

There was an old saying: “When you’re in someone’s house, you play by their rules.” But she wasn’t in Easton’s house; she was in her own home. Why should she play by his rules?

Ellis pulled the covers over herself and turned away. Too fed up to exchange another word with Easton, she simply closed her eyes and played dead.

“Ellis.”

Easton called her name a second time. She committed to her act, still facing away from him.

“Get up!”

Suddenly, her left hand was grabbed, and a forceful yank pulled her upright. Ellis was infuriated. “You psycho! What’s your problem! You don’t sleep, and you won’t let others sleep either?”

“You psycho” seemed to have become his personal nickname, each utterance more grating than the last. This time was no exception, visibly discomforting Easton.

Her jaw was suddenly seized; the slight pain caused Ellis to furrow her brows and glare fiercely at the culprit. “You—”

Easton cut her off. “Can’t call people properly, huh? Shall I teach you how to speak?”

Angry, wanting to shake off his hand but finding herself overpowered, her left hand tightly clutched, Ellis felt pain not only in her jaw—unable to open her mouth or speak—but also in her hand.

Had Easton turned sadistic? Just because she cursed him a few times, did he want to silence her? She shook her head vigorously, trying to throw off his hand. However, the motion was too great; she seemed to have dizzied herself, her body tipping off balance.

But she didn’t fall. Easton released her jaw and steadied her by pressing down on her shoulders. However, she felt no gratitude towards him, only a desire to beat him senseless.

“You psycho, if you don’t get out of my house now, I’m calling the cops!” Physically, women are naturally weaker than men, and few can overpower a man. Ellis knew she was no match for Easton. Her only thought to get rid of him was to threaten to call the police.

Caught up in her threat, Ellis unfortunately forgot one thing: women tend to sleep without a brassiere and in loose pajamas.

Thus, because of her struggle, her neckline had slipped forward quite a bit, inadvertently revealing a generous view of her beautifully curved figure. Coupled with her black hair, red lips, and pale skin—stunning even without makeup—her fierce glare unfortunately exuded an unintentional allure, robbing her of any intimidating effect.

It was as if she were playing a reluctant role in the games she used to play to please him.

Even though he disliked Ellis’s materialistic vanity and scheming nature, he had to admit her body was fatally attractive to him. If it hadn’t been, after the first time she drugged him, he should have dealt with her instead of letting her become his mistress and giving her the chance to become his wife.

After warning Easton, Ellis waited for his reaction, ready to act based on his response.

Instead, as their eyes met, she noticed a gradual change in his expression. It wasn’t the cold and gloomy look she was used to; it was an indescribable strangeness. On closer inspection, beneath the strangeness was the familiar look of a hunter eyeing his prey.

Am I mistaken? Is Easton breaking into my house in the dead of night to make me quit my job and…

Chapter 67: When Locksmiths Linger (Continued)

Unexpectedly, the next second brought a heavy weight, shifting her from sitting to lying down.

From above, Easton half-pleaded, on top of her, pinning her arms wide to restrict her movements. In that moment, she was stunned. “You—”

She barely got a word out before a warm sensation covered her lips, followed by a sweeping demand.

Having had a physical relationship with Easton five years ago, and countless times since in all sorts of positions and places, even if she was clueless, Ellis knew what he intended. Easton wanted to sleep with her!

The thought of sharing the same man with Victoria disgusted her to the core. In a burst of anger, she kicked fiercely and struggled desperately to break free from his grasp.

Easton expected Ellis’s resistance; he looked down at her, his gaze settling on her moist, reddish lips, and he licked his own lips, warning, “Don’t move too violently, lest you end up in pain later.”

Their encounters, except for the initial pain when Easton first initiated intimacy with her body, were mostly pleasurable for both. Ellis seldom felt pain. Also, she had always favored the traditional missionary position because it allowed Easton to look at her intently, filling his eyes with her, creating the illusion that he only saw her. She could deceive herself into believing he loved her.