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?

froze, stunned. Turning around, I saw him walking toward his own door. He stepped inside, glanced back at

throat. It was only after the door

what he meant. Ashton

I truly didn’t want to continue with the arrangement anymore. In

because I thought he would cling to me,

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

myself inwardly as I entered my home,

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 kiss

dark, and a glance at the clock told me it

an early riser. If I was right, he

it was the perfect time to avoid

washed up, changed into work attire, and left

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

I started leaving home early and returning late. I became a master at evading him, carefully

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