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.

slightly pursed lips, “For the time

eyes, usually so composed and cold, suddenly brightened at my words, and he looked at me somewhat excitedly.

like Idris was just like a child right now?

his grasp

the side courtyard, Mr. Zachary had already arranged everything meticulously. The living room had been completely refurbished, with all

did not care about such things–this was just a place for shelter from the elements, nothing

more.

if you need anything,” the man’s voice came from behind

responded with a nonchalant hum, “Nothing else. It’s

headed straight upstairs to the bedroom,

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

bed before me, 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

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

forehead, feeling stuck between

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

approached from behind, followed by Idris‘ deep, restrained voice, “Grandma changed this place

lips, pausing before replying, “It’s okay, I’ll sleep on the sofa.” I would even