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?

He stepped inside, glanced back at me briefly, and quietly closed

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

I knew what he meant. Ashton

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

because I thought he would cling to me, but because

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

entered my home, feeling utterly

well. Guilt gnawed at me even in my dreams. I dreamt of Ashton following me around like a pitiful

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

was the perfect time to

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

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was living like a thief in my own home, avoiding someone who had done nothing but care

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

I returned home, I found