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.”

a little touched by his words, When did he become so considerate? Without showing my emotions, I

his thin lips

I left the study, I could not help but think I was being idiotic. Why did I suddenly decide to stay and cook for him when I had initially planned

must have looked like

not just leave him behind, especially since he was

him did not seem like such a big deal,

the kitchen. I was not sure how long it had been since Idris used the refrigerator, as many things inside were no longer edible. Fortunately, there were some dry goods that could be

skilled in cooking as my mother, mainly because

I could make something edible. For example, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and pasta–nothing fancy,

the study. Idris‘ complexion had improved slightly. When I entered the room, he was resting with his eyes closed, but he turned toward me when he heard me come in.

the bowl in my hand, he raised an eyebrow

the bowl in front of him, saying, “Just make do

I set up a small table on the bed for him and placed the pasta on

a soft hum and ate a bite with elegance. I could not tell from his expression whether it was delicious or not, but I was not in the mood to hear his comments. I had not eaten anything since morning, and my stomach was growling loudly. I went to the

was too hungry to engage in conversation.

heard the voice of the man saying, Yvette, when I was sleeping,

TI

on my food, coughing for a while before stopping. I frowned and

calm expression.

Damn!