Chapter 229


    Chapter 229 Was He Asking Me for a Favor?


    I was stunned, feeling a surge of electricity pass through me as I met Idris‘ dark gaze. It was leaving


    me numb and disoriented. Was he… asking me for a favor?


    Proud as he was, would he ask someone for help?


    “I know you resent me and hate me, and I’m aware that you want freedom and to sever all ties with


    me,” he began, his wordscking the arrogance and assertiveness of the past, only conveying a sense


    of helplessness. “Perhaps you might not want to see me ever again. I understand all of this.”


    Hearing him say these words with such a deste and sad demeanor left me unsure of how to


    respond.


    A prolonged silence filled the quiet path, and after a while, he looked up at me. Under the dim


    streetlight, I saw a different side of him, one that was disoriented, cautious, and slightly pleading. “But


    could you please stay? Stay with the Youngs. You can torment or hurt me, but just stay!”


    I had always been more receptive to gentleness than force. His sudden change in tone left me unable


    to adapt for quite some time. Finally, I managed to find my voice and asked, “Because of Grandma?”


    It seemed that only Madam Young could make him soften like this.


    Everyone had their weaknesses, and for him, it was Madam Young.


    He did not respond, his silence serving as a tacit agreement.


    I sighed deeply, frustrated with myself for not being strong enough. I said with slightly pursed lips, “For


    the time being, I will stay at old manor to apany Grandma.”


    His eyes, usually soposed and cold, suddenly brightened at my words, and he looked at me


    somewhat excitedly. “Really?”


    I nodded. Why did it feel like Idris was just like a child right now?


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    Ufortable with his demeanor, I pulled away from his grasp and walked toward the side. courtyard.


    Seeing the brightly lit small building in the side courtyard, I somewhat despised myck of resolve. He


    had just shown a bit of vulnerability, and I had caved in. I truly was… spineless. Inside the side


    courtyard, Mr. Zachary had already arranged everything meticulously. The living room had been


    completely refurbished, with all furniture andyout changed, presumably because Madam Young


    feared I would mind Moore having lived there before.


    I did not care about such things–this was just a ce for shelter from the elements, nothing


    more.


    “Let Mr. Zachary know if you need anything,” the man’s voice came from behind me.


    I did not turn to look at him but responded with a nonchnt hum, “Nothing else. It’s gettingte, you


    should rest early.”


    Then I headed straight upstairs to the bedroom, minding my own business.


    However, upon reaching the second floor, I realized that the two–bedroomyout had been converted


    into abined bedroom and dressing room, with only one bed remaining.


    Staring at therge bed before me, I realized I had acted impulsively. My idea of staying was under the


    impression that I would have my own bedroom, separate from Idris, but I had not expected there to be


    only one bed!


    One bed meant that staying here would require us to share it. We were adults, and having been


    husband and wife, sleeping in the same bed could hardly guarantee we had pure intentions.


    I rubbed my forehead, feeling stuck between a rock and a hard ce.


    Idris was right about one thing: I wanted to sever all ties with him, both physically and emotionally. Now,


    with this single bed….


    Footsteps approached from behind, followed by Idris‘ deep, restrained voice, “Grandma changed this


    ce up. Sorry, I just found out.”


    I pursed my lips, pausing before replying, “It’s okay, I’ll sleep on the sofa.” I would even take the floor if


    necessary, as long as I had nkets and bedding.


    I searched the wardrobe in the dressing room, knowing that Mr. Zachary usually kept spare bedding


    there.


    As expected, I found two thick nkets and mattresses.


    Just as I reached to take them, Idris spoke up before me, “You sleep on the bed. I’ll make do on the


    floor.”


    He did not wait for my response,ying out the bedding on the carpet at the foot of the bed.


    I hesitated for a moment before he spoke again, “Mr. Zachary will have peoplee over to clean the


    ce in the morning. There’ll be gossip if I were to stay downstairs.”


    I had not considered this and nodded slightly, epting the reality of sharing the same roof


    with him.


    Without further discussion, I went to the bathroom to freshen up. The day had been filled with too many


    events, leaving me utterly exhausted.


    While showering, I thought of Liam and Emily arguing over the phone call and hurriedly finished


    checking on them. When I returned to the bedroom, Idris had already prepared the bed, but he was


    nowhere to be seen.