More Than A Favor

Chapter 115

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

Get 5 >

= Menu

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?

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

there, dumbfounded. I wanted to respond, but the words stuck in my throat. It was only after the door

what he meant. Ashton

the arrangement anymore. In fact,

Ashton as my pretend boyfriend–not because I thought he would cling to me, but because I feared

no relationship experience, and I had selfishly dragged him into this mess. Worse still, I had taken away his supposedly pure and wonderful first experiences

I entered my home, feeling utterly

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

sky outside was still dark, and a glance at the clock

riser. If I was right, he was probably out jogging by now.

it was the perfect time to avoid

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

16:05

28.4%

た

Get 5 >

Menu

in my own home, avoiding someone who

master at evading him, carefully

when I returned home, I found a small, cold breakfast hanging on my doorknob.