All Chapters of One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dylan's POV The walk to Raihan's house wasn't long, but it felt longer than usual to me. I sat next to Carissa while she talked about Amira, about how Raihan thought his future wife was so patient. I listened, smiling slightly, but deep inside I felt a tension I couldn't contain. I wondered if Carissa realized that every time she said the word "home," a part of me trembled. Because I know, home, for ordinary people, is a simple thing. But for me, the word was always heavy, filled with shadows of the past. When we arrived, a bustle greeted us. The house wasn't large, but it was warm. People were moving about, arranging chairs, straightening tablecloths, hanging small decorations on the walls. I stood for a moment in front of the fence, letting Carissa go first. Raihan immediately appeared, his face beaming. That smile, I noticed, was very similar to Carissa's, genuine, genuine. He hugged his brother tightly,

Dylan's POV I complied, taking several more pictures until he ran away with his camera back. A small laugh escaped my lips, something I rarely let out without restraint. From a distance, Carissa watched. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her smile faint. I just shrugged, pretending not to notice, but deep inside I felt a warmth that was hard to explain.  The event proceeded without any strict rules. There was no official schedule, no complicated protocols. People ate, sat, and then chatted. Occasionally, someone would play a song on the guitar; the sound might have been off-key, but it made everything feel more lively. I sat on a chair near the courtyard, staring at the small lights strung from the trees. The wind carried the aroma of food—rice, side dishes, and sweet cakes. I just sipped my drink, trying to immerse myself in the simple bustle. Raihan approached and patted m

Carissa's POV The air on the journey felt different. There were still lingering laughs, music, and chatter from the party lingering in my ears, but in the car it was just Dylan and me. Silence didn't mean cold, rather, it was like a space that let all my feelings hang, waiting for the first person to dare to express them. My hands played with the small ribbon I'd used to wrap the gift. It was already tangled, but for some reason I didn't want to let go. Dylan glanced over occasionally, as if wanting to speak, then returned his focus to the road. "Tired?" he finally asked. I shook my head, though my shoulders felt heavy. "No. I'm actually happy." "Happy to see Raihan?" I smiled slightly. "Yes. He looks whole. More whole than before. I'm relieved." Dylan didn't answer right away. I could see his jaw tighten, as if he was holding back something. I w

Carissa's POV Dylan left early today. The shirt he’d ironed the night before still clung to his shoulders, his hair neatly combed, his face focused. I could only watch from the dining table as he sipped his coffee, his steps occasionally hurried as if something were chasing him. “I’ll go now,” he said curtly. I nodded, trying to hide my mixed feelings. “Be careful, okay?” He paused briefly in front of the door, looking at me as if wanting to add something. But then he just smiled faintly, then left. The door closed softly, leaving a long silence. I sat in the chair for a long time, staring at his coffee cup, still faintly steaming. There was a part of me that wanted to chase him, hug him from behind, tell him I could be his home anytime. But there was also a part that chose to remain silent, to let Dylan have his space. Since Raiha

Carissa's POV I paused for a moment in front of the door, feeling the cool air from the slowly rotating fan. My heart felt as if I had just found something I had been searching for.“Welcome,” a woman’s soft voice greeted me. She stood behind the counter, wearing a simple cream-colored apron. Her smile was friendly, her eyes serene.I nodded slowly.“Hello. The flowers are beautiful.”“Please take a look around. If anything catches your eye, let me know.”I walked slowly, down the small aisle between the shelves. My eyes moved from one flower to another. There was something serene about the room. It was as if the world outside had stopped for a moment, replaced by a mix of colors and fragrances.My hand stopped on a white rose. Its petals were tight and soft. I imagined it on the table in the living room. But I felt hesitant, roses were too formal, too full of symbols I might not be ready to embrace.I shifted, and my eyes fell on a sunflower. The yellow was so bright, the stem sturd