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.”

not help but feel a little touched by his words, When did he become so considerate? Without showing my emotions,

his thin lips curving

think I was being idiotic. Why did I suddenly decide to stay

looked like

felt a bit resentful, I could not just leave him behind, especially since he was sick because of me.

not seem like such a big

used the refrigerator, as many things inside were no longer edible. Fortunately, there were

my mother, mainly because I lacked the talent

For example, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and pasta–nothing fancy, but it filled

entered the room, he was resting with his eyes closed, but he turned

he raised an eyebrow slightly and asked,

front of him, saying, “Just make do with

response but still sat up. I set up a small table on the bed for him and placed the pasta on it, saying, “If it’s not enough salt, let me

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

hungry to engage

wolfing down my food, I suddenly heard the voice

TI

food, coughing for a while before

me with a serious and calm expression. “I felt it. The medicine was very bitter.”

Damn!