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

only after the door clicked shut that I finally murmured to

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

truly didn’t want to continue with the arrangement anymore. In fact, the thought of continuing

Ashton as my pretend boyfriend–not because I thought he

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

I entered my home, feeling

Ashton following me around like a pitiful

up abruptly, my heart racing. The sky outside was still dark, and a glance at the clock told me it was 4:30

If I was right, he was probably out jogging by

perfect time to avoid him.

and left the apartment. As I drove into the quiet

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I couldn’t help but pity myself. I was living like a thief in my own home, avoiding someone who had done nothing but care

returning late. I became a master at evading him, carefully timing my comings and goings to make sure our paths never crossed.

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