More Than A Favor

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

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It’s funny how girls tend to want to look their best for the boys they like. As I adjusted my hair and smoothed my clothes before leaving the bathroom, I realized something undeniable—I had developed feelings for Ashton.

When I stepped out, Ashton was already waiting. He immediately moved closer to help me, but I ducked away, feigning an indifferent attitude. “I’m fine,” I said lightly.

He didn’t push it and simply followed me to the dining table.

On the table were the steak and vegetables he’d promised to make, but he’d also prepared a plate of mashed potatoes and a platter of cut–up fruit. The food was beautifully presented, looking like something out of a gourmet restaurant.

“You know,” I said, offering him the highest compliment I could think of, “your sister must be really lucky to have you.”

Ashton didn’t respond, his face calm as always.

Then, I remembered–his sister had heart disease. The mention of her might have touched a nerve. Feeling a bit awkward, I changed the subject. “Where do you live? Or rather, where does your sister live?*

He looked at me, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t answer right away.

I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “Why are you hiding it from me? Do you think I’d hurt her?”

“Palria,” he finally said. “It’s a small city south of Amaty.”

was precise, detailed.

the name to memory. Then, trying to keep the conversation casual, I added, “My boss felt bad for

tone nonchalant as if it didn’t matter.

or overly emotional. His

seemed so different from

of my mysterious boss, so I brought it up. “Why do you think my boss is so

drifted to Logan’s business proposal and how quickly my boss had rejected

it.

bad, and partnering with him would have been a smart

his usual brief

from leaning closer. “Do you think my boss is being nice to me because he secretly likes

of mashed potatoes before replying,

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to meet mine, his eyes calm yet piercing. “You have the

heart skipping a

you dating me because of that?” I asked, half–teasing but curious for

jaw clenched slightly. “Partly,” he admitted, “but that’s not the

be? We’re not that close,” I said, pressing him gently. I still remembered how he’d proposed the idea of marriage when we barely knew

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