Chapter 325 Easton’s Extravagant Ext
From the way Easton behaved, Ellis suspected that the -called grand prize was his doing
Why isnt he in Stonebridge Coming all the way here, he mu be crazy!
#Finished
Annoyed, Ellis no longer felt like drinking and headed back to her room. The items she had happily chosen now seemed tainted, like cursed objects. While he never had issues with money, she couldn’t stomach accepting charity.
The happier she had been earlier, the more nauiscatede felt now. She wished she could throw everything away as irredeemable trash.
After walking away, Easton glanced in the direction Elli had. Kone.
He never would have imagined, back in the day, that held fall so hard for Ellis, desiring her presence so intensely that just seeing her brought immense satisfaction.
Even though she clearly didn’t want to see him, just being in the same place, knowing she was close by, and that he could see her at any moment, made him feel less lonely than being alone in Stonebridge.
Warching the cheerful tourists around him, Easton suddenly wondered if things might have been different if he had agreed to go on a honeymoon abroad with Ellis like she had wanted.
Regrettably, he was too caught up in work, and they never went. During their three–year marriage, Ellis had brought up taking a belated honeymoon multiple times, but he had always refused.
Now, he regretted those decisions deeply. Some opportunities, once missed, are hard to regain.
Fortunately, she hadn’t fallen for another man or considered remarrying someone wealthy. There was still time for him.
Is Ellis really content with a simple life?
With Easton aboard the same cruise, Ellis lay in bed, pondering how she could avoid spending seven days. on the ship and possibly disembark the next morning.
Being on a cruise ship wasn’t like being on land; even though it was a huge structure, it wasn’t as easy to avoid someone, and her ex could easily corner her.
What a scumbag! He’s got too much free time! She thought silently, cursing as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, she was awakened by a burst of excited shouts.
“Wow, there’s another cruise ship over there!”
it part of this one? Can we go on it too?”
Curiosity piqued by the chatter, Ellis stepped out onto the balcony.
The balcony where she had seen Maxwell now hosted a couple who looked like newlyweds, gazing intently at a nearby smaller ship.
The other ship wasn’t very large, much smaller than theirs and looked more like a private yacht than one
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Chapter 326–Lapton’s Extravagant Font
Hencuriosity fading, she was about to head back inside when she caught a glimpse of a figure on the deck of the opposing ship.
Even though she couldn’t see the person’s face clearly, he recognized it was Easton,
# hat is he even doing? It seemed like Easton sensed her watching, as he suddenly turned and looked directly at her.
The next second, he waved.
Clearly, the wave was meant for her, but disgusted, she quickly averted her gaze.
Back in her room, Ellis lay on her bed and automatically reached for her phone.
Noticing a new message, she compulsively checked it.
“I’m heading back to Stonebridge. Have fun and stay safe. From Easton.”
She was speechless. So much for him not being idle! Who cared if he went back to Stonebridge?
If he had his way, he’d probably live out his days on a cruise ship.
Yet her headache persisted; she wasn’t even in Stonebridge, had traveled through two cities, and now sea, yet she couldn’t escape misfortune and unwanted company.
Ihat can I do to change this?
As Ellis brooded in bed, Easton on the other ship couldn’t tear his gaze away.
He didn’t want to leave, but he had no choice. Getting one more look at Ellis was enough for now–a small piece of happiness.
He had to be content with that, lest he upset her again.
Lost in thought, he subconsciously touched his face where she had hit him.
Meanwhile, Maxwell, who had decided not to disembark, noticed the small yacht nearby and frowned, asking. “What’s with that yacht?”
It was unusual for a small yacht to approach them in open waters.
Cleveland, anticipating the question, promptly replied. Mr. Maxwell, that yacht belongs to a wealthy guest who spent the night on our ship and then left.”
Though he said this, internally he remarked on the whims of the wealthy, staging such extravagant romantic gestures as if money meant nothing, freely spending it in heaps.
He had asked the person in charge of the cruise; the yacht wasn’t rented–it belonged to the guest. Both being wealthy enough to own a yacht, why didn’t he just take his wife to his own ship instead of making the long journey to spend just one night on ours and then leave?
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