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.

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

exactly what he meant, but I chose not to respond.

were getting ready to leave, Logan’s voice

got back at me. Now we’re even,

turned to look at

a faint trace of anger, but his tone remained calm. He

on just how shameless a person could

I snapped before

exited the

when he unexpectedly grabbed my shoulders. He turned me around and

was intense, soulful, and sparkling. It was as if the

say a word, but his stare alone made my heart race

kiss earlier had ignited something in him. After all, I wasn’t

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why I needed to make things clear.

my voice soft but firm. “I was just trying

watched as the light in Ashton’s eyes dimmed, his expression shifting. He rubbed his eyes slightly

relationship, anyway,” I said with a forced smile. It was so fake

my shoulders. “Your acting was