CHAPTER 39 But Not As Sweet As Your Lips

　　Calista

　　I am left alone in the kitchen, the silence thick and oppressive, pressing down on me like an invisible weight. Guilt gnaws at me, a relentless ache in the pit of my stomach. The kitchen is spotless now, every surface wiped clean, every dish neatly put away, yet the emptiness within me remains, gnawing and insistent. I know I can't disturb Draven anymore; his icy demeanor and harsh words from earlier still echo in my mind, a reminder of the boundary I must not cross.

　　Desperation rives me to the fridge. I yank the door open, the cold air spilling out, biting at my skin. My eyes scan the shelves, searching for something, anything, to satiate my hunger. But the shelves are sparse, holding only ingredients that require time and effort to transform into a meal. There is no instant gratification here, no quick fix to fill the void. I close the fridge with a sigh, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.