More Than A Favor (Elaine and Logan) novel Chapter 115

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“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? 

I froze, stunned. Turning around, I saw him walking toward his own door. He stepped inside, glanced back at me briefly, and quietly closed the door behind him, saying, “Goodnight.” 

I stood there, dumbfounded. I wanted 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‘?” 

Of course, I knew what he meant. Ashton didn’t want to end our fake relationship. 

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

I regretted choosing Ashton as my pretend boyfriend–not because I thought he would cling to me, but because I feared hurting him. 

He was a good man with no relationship experience, and I had selfishly dragged him into this mess. Worse still, I had taken away his supposedly pure and wonderful first experiences in a relationship. 

I cursed myself inwardly as I entered my home, feeling utterly remorseful. 

That night, I didn’t 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 me? That was my first kiss!” 

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

Ashton was an early riser. If I was right, he was probably out jogging by now. 

That meant it was the perfect time to avoid him. 

I quickly got up, washed up, changed into work attire, and left the apartment. As I drove into the quiet 

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morning light, 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 for me. 

To avoid Ashton, I started leaving home early and returning late. I became a master at evading him, carefully timing my comings and goings to make sure our paths never crossed. 

But each night when I returned home, I found a small, cold breakfast hanging on my doorknob.