More Than A Favor

Chapter 113

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I distinctly felt Ashton’s body tremble. I supposed my kiss had caught him off guard. The next second, he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me closer.

Before things could escalate, I gently pulled back and flashed him a soft smile. “That’s your reward for taking the needle so well.”

As I uttered those words, memories of Logan during his sick days flooded my mind.

Logan had always been terrified of needles. He would rather suffer in silence than go to the hospital. To him, getting a shot was practically a form of torture. He was one tantrum away from acting like a total brat every time he had to face it.

I’d had to comfort him endlessly, treating him like a child. I would cover his eyes during the injection and even let him bite my arm once when the needle went in. Every time Logan received an injection, it felt like I had completed an impossible mission.

And, of course, Logan would demand rewards afterward–like me dancing, singing, or buying him gifts. In those moments, he transformed into “Little Logan,” a version of him that was far from likable.

In contrast, Ashton had been the complete opposite. He had handled the IV drip with composure and without complaint. He didn’t need me to comfort him or hold his hand. In fact, he had asked me to turn away so I wouldn’t have to watch.

He even suggested I take a stroll so I wouldn’t be bored.

The difference was stark. Suddenly, I realized that with Logan, I had never truly been his partner–I had been his caretaker.

brought me back to the present. His tone was low and raspy as he said,

knew exactly what he

leave, Logan’s voice rang

back at me.

paused and turned to look at him.

of anger, but his tone remained

Logan enlightened me on just

a nuthead, Logan!” I

firmly on my waist until we exited the hospital and arrived at

the car door when he unexpectedly grabbed my shoulders. He turned me around and pressed me gently but firmly against the

soulful, and sparkling. It was as if the twinkling stars in the night

a word, but his stare alone made

earlier had ignited something

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was why I needed

I began, my voice soft but firm. “I was just

expression shifting. He rubbed his eyes slightly before

We’re not in a real relationship, anyway,” I said with a forced smile. It was so fake that even I could feel how hollow it sounded.

on my shoulders. “Your acting was very