More Than A Favor

Chapter 115

“It’s me!” A familiar voice echoed down the hallway.

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I stopped abruptly, clutching the railing for support as relief washed over me. My previously tense body finally relaxed.

Turning around, I saw Ashton standing in the dark. The unresolved tension from our earlier interaction hung heavily in the air, making the moment awkward. I didn’t know what to say, so I opted to pretend I was angry instead.

“You scared the heck out of me!” I snapped, more defensively than I intended.

He didn’t apologize. Instead, he simply grunted–a cold and indifferent response that left me unsure of how to react.

I was about to say more, but then he added softly, “I won’t do it again.”

That caught me off guard. His tone wasn’t apologetic, but rather sincere.

This time, I was at a total loss for words.

Without saying anything further, I fished out my keys and turned to unlock my door. Just as I inserted the key into the keyhole, his deep, low voice rang out again.

“I overstepped my boundaries tonight. I won’t do it again in the future.”

Huh?

I saw him walking toward his own door. He stepped inside, glanced back at me briefly, and quietly closed the door behind him,

in my throat. It was only after

knew what he meant. Ashton didn’t

the arrangement anymore. In fact, the thought

my pretend boyfriend–not because I thought he would cling to

experience, and I had selfishly dragged him into this mess. Worse still, I had taken

cursed myself inwardly as I entered my home, feeling utterly remorseful.

me even in my dreams. I dreamt of Ashton following me around like a pitiful weakling, pouting

woke up abruptly, my heart racing. The sky outside was still dark, and a glance at the clock told me it

I was right, he was

perfect time to

work attire, and left the apartment. As I drove into the

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couldn’t help but pity myself. I was living like a thief in my own home, avoiding someone who

avoid Ashton, I started leaving home early and returning late. I became a master at evading him, carefully timing

night when I returned home, I found a small, cold