My ex-husband is in love with me (FULL)

Chapter 849 What A Cold Woman

Daisy told Maisie about Ezra's drunkenness, and also told her that Ezra insisted on holding the child

and the child also wanted to be held by him, which was why the child was crying at the moment.

Maisie was furious at the other end of the phone.

She had always been tolerant; very few things would make her angry.

But this time she was mad.

For one thing, Ezra was drunk at her house, which was absurd.

For another, he wanted to hold her son when he was drunk. Wasn't he afraid of hurting the child?

The man was surely unreliable, or perhaps he did not care about his son at all!

Daisy said on the phone, "How about you get back and stop him at once? I don't know what to do."

Maisie took a deep breath and instructed Daisy calmly, "You take Ezio out to play. Leave Ezra alone in

the house."

Daisy was surprised. "You're not coming back?"

"No," Maisie replied flatly. "I don't care about him. Whatever."

"You're right." Daisy thought it was good that Maisie did not come back.

A drunken man might take the opportunity to do something crazy. However, Maisie and he now were

not in a romantic relationship; whom he was linked to was only the little boy. Therefore, Maisie did not

have to care about Ezra.

When Daisy was about to hang up the phone and pack up some stuff for Ezio's outdoor activities,

Maisie added on the phone. "Bring more stuff. Later, I will pick you up downstairs. We won't go back

tonight. We'll go to the hotel."

Since Ezra was drunk, he would not leave soon. Maisie was worried that he would continue to stay at Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

her house at night. So, she decided to take Daisy and her son to stay at the hotel; she made up her

mind to stay away from Ezra.

Daisy then did what she was told and went out with the child and the things needed when they were at

the hotel.

Maisie waited for Daisy downstairs. She drove Daisy and Ezio to the hotel at first, and then returned to

the company to work.

Ezra was indeed very drunk. He did not know why he drank so much. He just felt bad and so drank

nonstop, one goblet after another. He was not aware of anything unusual when Daisy went out with the

child. He reckoned that they might play outdoors for a while.

As they left, alcohol made him groggy and he fell asleep on the large dining table.

When Ezra woke and sobered up, he found that night fell and streetlights came on, while the entire

home was cold and empty—no one was in the house except him.

Ezra was puzzled. Usually, Maisie should be off work now, and Daisy should also come back with Ezio.

"Maisie?" He shouted the name tentatively. Then he rubbed his forehead, which was aching dully, and

stood up.

No one responded to him in the large house. Ezra looked around to find that there was no one at

home. His brows furrowed and a bad feeling was surging in his heart.

Did she run away from home with the baby and the nanny?

He… could not be disliked to such an extent, right?

With a tinge of upset, he took out his phone and called Maisie. This time the phone was soon

connected.

Ezra asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are you?"

His throat was parched at the moment after drinking too much wine and sleeping for a long time.

Maisie replied coolly, "Outside."

Ezra asked, "What do you mean you are outside at this hour of the night?"

"We're at the hotel. We won't go back tonight." Maisie simply confessed as she thought it was useless

to make excuses.

Ezra tightened his lips at the other end.

The thing he was worried about most did happen—he was a disliked one, indeed.

Ezra sneered. He felt his hand shaking with anger as he held the phone, "Maisie, you win. You're really

something!"

As he finished his words and hung up the phone, he grabbed his coat and rushed out.

Maisie was so heartless!

Ezra admitted that he made himself drunk today on purpose.

He wanted Maisie's love and sympathy by doing so. He wanted her to come back to see him. He

believed that Daisy would tell her all these things.

But what he did not expect was that she did not come back to see him and went to the hotel with his

son and the nanny. Maisie totally ignored him.

No, he was not ignored but abandoned.

Even if they were ordinary friends, shouldn't she care about him when he got drunk?

Ezra had never suffered from injustice and hate like this since he was born. When he rushed out, his

eyes were red from shame and grievance.

He wanted to call Julian and other friends to talk about it, but he found suddenly that they were now all

with their wives. They had long been unable to be empathetic to him.

Even if he looked for their comfort, he would probably get their frowns of impatience in return.

In the end, he could only go back to the hotel where he stayed, alone. But he did not have time to be

sad. Just as he returned to the room, he received a call from his assistant, "Mr. Cantillo, something

happened. That manager of the branch office… committed suicide!"

"What?" Ezra's face clouded over with anger immediately. "What happened? Didn't he make an

appointment with you to meet tonight?"

After Ezra came to Grafstin, he left his assistant at the branch to deal with businesses.

As he expected, the branch manager could not stand the sting of conscience after a few days of

torment. The branch manager took the initiative to call the assistant and decided to confess tonight.

However, something unexpected happened before the scheduled time.

The assistant said, "I was waiting for him to come and then I was told about his suicide. His family said

he went out in the afternoon. He was seriously ill and needed to take medicine on time, so his family

called him to remind him of it. However, they couldn't contact him, so they called the police. Finally, the

police found him in the park near his home and he had swallowed a lot of drugs…"

Ezra was unsmiling. "I will come immediately."

Ezra had enough of Maisie's ignorance, and he did not want to stay here any longer. It was good to be

separate from each other now so that Ezra could calm down.

Also, the matter related to the branch manager was tricky. Ezra must go to deal with it in person.

"OK," the assistant responded. Then he told Ezra another piece of information, "According to the facts I

found out, he met Anna Cantillo this morning."

"Anna?" When Ezra heard the name, he was completely stunned.

His so-called sister, Anna, was a typical girl born into a wealthy family. She was arrogant and

capricious, living a chaotic life with a wrong outlook on life. How could she have had contact with this

middle-aged man?

"Keep on investigating." Ezra hung up the phone after giving his order and started to pack up his things

and left at once.

Before boarding the plane, he struggled for hours, and ultimately, he gave Maisie a phone call.

"Something has come up and I have to leave for a couple of days. Stay safe, both you and our baby."

He told Maisie. One could not find his anger and grievance toward Maisie in his voice.

"Okay." Maisie's reply was extremely short without an unnecessary words.

She remained the same nonchalant look, even if Ezra was about to leave. Ezra gnashed his teeth and

ended the conversation with a goodbye.

What a cold woman!