Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330 You Have to Take Responsibility 

I did not want to talk to Idris any longer, so I rolled my eyes at him and prepared to leave, However, he grabbed my wrist, and when i tried to pull away, I realized he still had quite a bit of strength despite being sick I turned back, glaring at him, and said, “Idris, what do you 

Want 

He looked at me with clear, dark eyes, scouting somewhat helpless and confused, “You took off my robe, and now you want to leave without looking?” 

I was momentarily speechless, then realized that after I put on his pants, I immediately covered him with a blanket without giving him his robe. 

Even so, when did I ever say I wanted to look at him? 

1 pursed my lips and said, “Who wants to look at you, Idris? Can’t you stop being so self absorbed?” 

“Oh,” he responded, as if disappointed that I refused to look at him. 

Feeling exasperated, I quickly changed him into clean pajamas, I looked at him and asked, “Is there anything you want to eat or drink?” 

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking somewhat surprised, and asked, “Are you going to cook for me?” 

Seeing his uncharacteristically cutesy demeanor, I felt like my mood lifted for a second, “If you don’t want to eat, I don’t have to cook.” 

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll eat whatever you make,” he quickly replied, his voice slightly hoarse,” Just don’t leave.” 

I could not help but feel a little touched by his words, When did he become so considerate? Without showing my emotions, I got up and fucked him in. “Then I’ll make something simple, You can’t be picky.” 

He nodded and smiled, his thin lips curving into a charming smile. “Alright!” 

As I left the study, I could not help but think I was being idiotic. Why did I suddenly decide to stay and cook for him when I had initially planned to leave? 

I must have looked like a devoted caregiver. 

Although I felt a bit resentful, I could not just leave him behind, especially since he was sick because of me. 

Cooking something for him did not seem like such a big deal, and I was hungry myself. 

With these thoughts in mind, I felt a sense of relief as I searched for ingredients in the kitchen. I was not sure how long it had been since Idris used the refrigerator, as many things inside were no longer edible. Fortunately, there were some dry goods that could be used, and the ingredients the maid had stocked earlier were still good. I could prepare some simple food with what I had on hand. 

I was not as skilled in cooking as my mother, mainly because I lacked the talent for it. 

However, with a little effort, I could make something edible. For example, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and pasta–nothing fancy, but it filled the stomach. 

After cooking it, I brought it into the study. Idris‘ complexion had improved slightly. When I entered the room, he was resting with his eyes closed, but he turned toward me when he heard me come in. 

Seeing the bowl in my hand, he raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, “Pasta?” 

I nodded and placed the bowl in front of him, saying, “Just make do with this. There’s nothing else left in the house.” 

He did not say much in response but still sat up. I set up a small table on the bed for him and placed the pasta on it, saying, “If it’s not enough salt, let me know.” 

He acknowledged with a soft hum and ate a bite with elegance. I could not tell from his expression whether it was delicious or not, but I was not in the mood to hear his comments. I had not eaten anything since morning, and my stomach was growling loudly. I went to the side and started eating my portion. 

I was too hungry to engage in conversation. 

However, just as I was wolfing down my food, I suddenly heard the voice of the man saying, Yvette, when I was sleeping, you kissed me. 

TI 

“Pft–cough–cough–cough.” I was taken by surprise and choked on my food, coughing for a while before stopping. I frowned and looked at him. “When did I kiss you?” 

He looked at me with a serious and calm expression. “I felt it. The medicine was very bitter.” 

Damn! 

Was he not delirious when he was burning up earlier? How could he remember that? 

I looked at him and said, “You’re mistaken.