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.

I said with slightly pursed lips,

my words, and

feel like Idris

demeanor, I pulled away from his grasp and walked

the brightly lit small building in the side courtyard, I 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 all furniture and layout changed, presumably because Madam Young

did not care about such things–this was just a place for

more.

know if you need anything,” the man’s

to look at him but responded with a nonchalant hum, “Nothing

to the bedroom, minding my own

been converted into a combined bedroom

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

meant that staying here would require us to share it. We were adults, and having been husband and wife, sleeping in the same bed could

stuck between

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

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

I would even