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?

stepped inside, glanced back

to respond, but the words stuck in my throat. It was only after the door clicked shut that I finally murmured to myself, “What do you mean by ‘in the future‘?”

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

arrangement anymore.

my pretend boyfriend–not because I thought he

I had selfishly dragged him into this mess. Worse still, I had taken away his supposedly pure and wonderful first experiences in

entered my

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

outside was still dark, and

I was right, he was

meant it was the perfect

attire, and left the apartment. As I drove into

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but pity myself. I was living like a thief in my own home, avoiding someone who had done nothing

leaving home early and returning late. I became a master at evading him, carefully timing my comings and goings

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