Chapter 81: The Final Countdown
Ellis half-raised his wrist, eyeing the time on his watch. "If you don’t beg for mercy within three minutes, the opportunity expires."
If it weren’t for basic self-control, Ellis would have jumped up and hit him. "I already said I want a divorce, and you agreed to process it today. I haven’t done anything wrong, so why should I beg for mercy?"
"The fuss you've made about getting a divorce has caused me a lot of unnecessary trouble," Easton retorted.
As his words fell, clouds of frustration formed over her head. Today, she truly witnessed what shamelessness meant! People need their faces; trees need their bark, but he was utterly shameless. He didn’t mention the pain his infidelity during their marriage had caused her, instead biting back, accusing her of troubling him.
Grinding her teeth, Ellis said, “Let me make it clear: I’m not making a scene about the divorce; I am determined to divorce you! Please stop saying I’m making a fuss and respect my wishes!”
“Being sharp-tongued and stubborn don’t make you likable, and you’ve got both,” Easton noted, yet despite being visibly upset, Ellis was as cute as a button. He couldn’t help but lift his hand to gently caress her pale, delicate cheek, just inches away. “This drama should about end. I’m giving you a way out.”
Ellis couldn’t fathom his twisted logic; she’d heard him talk of giving her a way out more than once. Why does he think I need a way out? Did I ever look that desperate, like some dog wagging its tail, begging for mercy? His offer—did I even need it? Just a single command from him, and I’m supposed to rush to his side, ready to perform any act he dictates, just to show him what he wants to see?
His large hand cupping her face, spreading a warmth that wasn’t hers, she frowned and swatted his hand away. “Are you sick? Just talk; why are you touching my face!”
Not wanting to conflict with him didn’t mean Ellis would suffer his actions in silence.
“Do I touch you that little? Touching you won’t make you lose a piece of flesh.” Easton’s right hand remained, now casually playing with her shiny black hair. Given their past, his actions couldn’t exactly be called harassment, merely blunt honesty. Yet, Ellis was still annoyed. And his playing with her hair, like a child with a beloved toy…
This time, she grabbed his wrist, planning to scratch him hard before throwing it off. Unexpectedly, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close with a little force. Such maneuvering prevented her from scratching him, forcing her to lift her head.
“The three minutes are almost up. Take advantage of my good mood and beg for mercy.” Easton realized his own standards had lowered unconsciously; he didn’t care if Ellis called him a psycho; he just wanted her to step down from her stance, back to before she made a fuss about the divorce. Her waist, no longer held by one hand, was now entwined by both like vines—a touch Ellis greatly disliked. Thinking about all the intimate things he had done with Victoria, even though she was only touching him through clothes, made waves of nausea surge in her stomach.
Holding back her urge to yell, she declared, “I won’t beg for mercy! You psycho, who do you think you are? Someone universally loved? Am I supposed to cling to you for life? I came to the Civil Affairs Department today to divorce you, not to watch you loftily disgust me!”
While cursing, she didn’t forget to struggle, trying hard to leave his embrace. But he was much stronger, or perhaps it was her harsh words; his face quickly turned icy, his chilling aura enough to keep her firmly in place.
“Call me psycho one more time, see what happens?” He really didn’t like being called a psycho, especially seeing how angrily she cursed. Easton held her tighter, then pinched her chin. “I didn’t mind before, but I won’t indulge you now.”
Chapter 81: The Final Countdown – Finished
Her jaw wasn’t pained, but his actions were demeaning. Ellis’s rebellious spirit quickly flared, deciding to confront him head-on. “I will curse! You psycho! You psycho! You psycho…”
Countless curses later, Easton, unable to endure it any longer, covered her mouth. “Stop cursing! If you won’t mind your manners, I’ll make sure you remember to!”
Unable to open her mouth to curse, Ellis thought to step on his foot to vent her anger. Unfortunately, her foot circled around, unable to find his, and she had to give up.
Ellis wanted to do something, and Easton could tell. He let go of her mouth. “Reset the timer, starting now.”
Ellis felt she had been speechless more often since filing for divorce, rivaling the total of her previous years. “Dude, do you not understand my words!” He was too presumptuous, thinking others would follow his wishes, completely disregarding whether they wanted to or not. She was really about to be driven mad by him.