Facade of Love

Chapter 330 You Have to Take Responsibility

I did not want to talk to Idris any longer, so I rolled my eyes at him and prepared to leave, However, he grabbed my wrist, and when i tried to pull away, I realized he still had quite a bit of strength despite being sick I turned back, glaring at him, and said, “Idris, what do you

Want

He looked at me with clear, dark eyes, scouting somewhat helpless and confused, “You took off my robe, and now you want to leave without looking?”

I was momentarily speechless, then realized that after I put on his pants, I immediately covered him with a blanket without giving him his robe.

Even so, when did I ever say I wanted to look at him?

1 pursed my lips and said, “Who wants to look at you, Idris? Can’t you stop being so self absorbed?”

“Oh,” he responded, as if disappointed that I refused to look at him.

Feeling exasperated, I quickly changed him into clean pajamas, I looked at him and asked, “Is there anything you want to eat or drink?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking somewhat surprised, and asked, “Are you going to cook for me?”

Seeing his uncharacteristically cutesy demeanor, I felt like my mood lifted for a second, “If you don’t want to eat, I don’t have to cook.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll eat whatever you make,” he quickly replied, his voice slightly hoarse,” Just don’t leave.”

touched by his words, When did he become so considerate? Without showing my emotions, I got up and fucked him in. “Then I’ll make something simple, You can’t be picky.”

smiled, his thin lips curving into a

being idiotic. Why did I suddenly decide to stay and cook for

looked like a

leave him behind, especially

such a big deal, and I was hungry

used the refrigerator, as many things inside were no longer edible. Fortunately, there were some dry goods that could be used, and the ingredients the maid had stocked earlier were still good. I could prepare some simple food with what I

as skilled in cooking as my mother, mainly because I lacked the talent

edible. For example, scrambled eggs

slightly. When I entered the room, he was resting with his eyes closed, but he turned toward me when he heard me come in.

bowl in my hand, he raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, “Pasta?”

“Just make do with

sat up. I set up a small table on the bed for him and placed the pasta on it, saying, “If it’s

not tell from his expression whether it was delicious or not, but I was not in the mood

hungry to engage in conversation.

down my food, I suddenly heard the voice of the man saying, Yvette, when

TI

and choked on my food, coughing for a while before stopping. I frowned and looked at him. “When did

a serious and calm expression. “I felt it.

Damn!