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?

his own door. He stepped inside, glanced back at me

but the words stuck in my throat. It was only after the door clicked shut that I finally murmured to myself, “What do

what he meant. Ashton didn’t want to end our

want to continue with the arrangement anymore. In

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

was a good man with no relationship experience, and I had selfishly dragged him into this mess. Worse still, I

entered my home, feeling utterly

I didn’t sleep well. Guilt gnawed at me even in my dreams. I dreamt of Ashton following me around like a pitiful weakling, pouting and complaining, “Why did you

woke up abruptly, my heart racing. The sky outside was still dark,

was right, he was

was the perfect time to avoid

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

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

master at evading him, carefully timing my comings and goings to make sure our

when I returned home, I found a small, cold breakfast hanging