Facade of Love

Chapter 229 Was He Asking Me for a Favor?

I was stunned, feeling a surge of electricity pass through me as I met Idris‘ dark gaze. It was leaving me numb and disoriented. Was he… asking me for a favor?

Proud as he was, would he ask someone for help?

“I know you resent me and hate me, and I’m aware that you want freedom and to sever all ties with me,” he began, his words lacking the arrogance and assertiveness of the past, only conveying a sense of helplessness. “Perhaps you might not want to see me ever again. I understand all of this.”

Hearing him say these words with such a desolate and sad demeanor left me unsure of how to respond.

A prolonged silence filled the quiet path, and after a while, he looked up at me. Under the dim streetlight, I saw a different side of him, one that was disoriented, cautious, and slightly pleading. “But could you please stay? Stay with the Youngs. You can torment or hurt me, but just stay!”

I had always been more receptive to gentleness than force. His sudden change in tone left me unable to adapt for quite some time. Finally, I managed to find my voice and asked, “Because of Grandma?”

It seemed that only Madam Young could make him soften like this.

Everyone had their weaknesses, and for him, it was Madam Young.

He did not respond, his silence serving as a tacit agreement.

sighed deeply, frustrated with myself for not being strong enough. I said with slightly pursed lips, “For the time being, I will stay at

brightened at my words, and he

Why did it feel like Idris

his grasp and walked toward

somewhat despised my lack of resolve. He had just shown a bit of vulnerability, and I had caved in. I truly was… spineless. Inside the side courtyard, Mr. Zachary had already arranged everything meticulously. The living room had been completely refurbished, with

things–this was just a place for shelter from the elements, nothing

more.

know if you need anything,” the man’s

him but responded with a nonchalant

to the bedroom, minding my

that the two–bedroom layout had been converted into a combined bedroom and dressing room, with only

impulsively. My idea of staying was under the impression that I would have my own bedroom, separate from Idris, but I

We were adults, and having been husband and

between a rock

right about one thing: I wanted to sever all ties with him,

followed by Idris‘ deep, restrained voice, “Grandma changed this place up. Sorry,

before replying, “It’s okay, I’ll sleep on the sofa.” I would even take the floor if necessary, as long