Chapter 123 No Pineapples On My Pizza

• Brandon was confused. Should he immediately leave? Go back to bed and wait for an explanation, or confront Ethan head-on? The pain inside him demanded action, but he knew rushing into a confrontation would only make things worse. Instead, he settled for something entirely different. Calmly, he continued down the hallway, descended the stairs, and pushed open the first door he found. Luckily, it led to the kitchen.
• The kitchen was a masterpiece of design, a chef’s dream come to life. Every detail seemed meticulously planned, from the appliances to the tastefully arranged, expensive silverware that gleamed under the soft lighting. But Brandon barely noticed. He felt like a stranger, snooping around in someone else’s house, though he knew this was better than sitting alone with his overwhelming emotions.
• He opened the gigantic smart fridge, its interior glowing softly as it revealed a well-organized array of ingredients. But food was the last thing on his mind. Still, he grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down, hoping the cool liquid would somehow quench the fire raging inside him.