Chapter 85

For some reason, I didn't find the complex lighting at the amusement park daunting. Now, this seemed messy and I didn't want to deal with it. "Don't you trust me?" Brandon asked. "No, it's just—" My gaze fell on him. His shirt was noticeably dirty, and his pants were wet. Seeing him like this, I felt a pang of guilt. "I've got this. Go on," he said, patting my head. "Come on now." I felt a tingle. Not long ago, Conrad had patted my head too, but it felt entirely different with Brandon. I couldn't describe this feeling. But it was a combination of warmth, sweetness, and a touch of sourness. I felt like something I had longed for, suddenly fulfilled. Unable to face Brandon's gaze, I quickly went to buy what he needed. When I returned, I saw Brandon mopping up the water in the hallway. Inside, the once-flooded floor was scrubbed clean and shining. While I was out buying supplies, he hadn't been idle. At that moment, seeing the house clean as if it had never been flooded, I sudd