บททั้งหมดของ Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 146

Elijah's POVI couldn't focus on the spread of financial acquisition files scattered across my desk. I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the wall as my thoughts kept spiraling back to that morning. I was still thinking about that guy I had seen in Kassidy's apartment, who was that? The way he stood in her living room so confidently, made me angry and slightly jealous just thinking about it. I made a mental note to ask her about it.After leaving Kassidy's apartment, I had gone to the hospital where Piper was earlier, and the doctor had told me that she was unconscious but currently stable, but things could go south any moment. The thought of losing Piper squeezed at my gut. She was my only sister, the only blood family I had left to fight for. I was terrified.Just then, my phone buzzed violently on the table. The harsh vibration made me jolt slightly I snatched it up instantly, my eyes locking onto the caller ID. It was the lead oncologist from the specialty center where Pi

Elijah's POV.It had been two weeks since my sister was laid to rest beside our mom, outside of town in the private cemetery of our family. I was not over it yet, but I knew I had to be strong for Kassidy and our daughter.David had completed all the necessary paperwork, meaning that Kassidy's temporary assignment in Wisconsin was coming to an end. I heard the taping of a cardboard box in the kitchen, accompanied by Celeste's voice guiding Kassidy as they wrapped Summer's stuff in butcher paper. Marcus stepped away from a stack of folded towels, wiping his hands on his jeans as he crossed the living room rug. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, jerking his chin toward the glass door."Come on outside," Marcus said. "Let us get some air."I silently pushed myself up from the sofa and followed him through the sliding glass door onto the narrow balcony. Marcus closed the glass door behind us, cutting off the noise from inside the apartment.He rested his forearms on the metal bar, staring

Kassidy's POV.It was Christmas Eve night, and my living room was lit up by the glow of the tree lights, with holiday music playing from the speakers. Marcus, Celeste, Eli, Summer, and I had just finished a loud family dinner. The dining table was still scattered with empty wine glasses, crumbs from the roast and pie tins, but nobody cared to clean up just yet. Summer was running around the living room in her holiday pajamas, giggling as Marcus tried to chase her while wearing a silly Santa hat."I'm going to catch you, little elf!" Marcus bellowed, stomping his feet loudly on the hardwood floor as his red felt hat flopped wildly over his eyes."You can't catch me, Uncle Marcus! You're too slow!" Summer squealed, darting behind the armchair and poking her head out to stick her tongue out at him."Slow?" Marcus gasped, clutching his stomach in mock offense. "Eli, did you hear your daughter? She called me slow. I used to play college hockey!""Used to is the key phrase there, big guy,"