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.”

When did he become so considerate? Without showing my emotions, I got up and fucked him in.

his thin lips

left the study, I could not help but think I was being idiotic. Why did I suddenly decide to

must have looked like a devoted caregiver.

a bit resentful, I could not just leave him behind, especially since he was

seem like such a big deal,

of relief as I searched for ingredients in 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 used, and the ingredients the maid had stocked earlier were still good. I could prepare some simple food

as my mother, mainly

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

the room, he

hand, he raised an eyebrow

in front of him, saying, “Just make do with this. There’s nothing else left

in response but still sat up. I set up a small table on the bed for

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

too hungry to engage in conversation.

heard the voice

TI

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

calm expression. “I felt it. The medicine was

Damn!