Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 53

#Chapter 53: A Mess To Clean
Abby

The sun’s barely peeking over the h o rizon as I pull open the door to the restaurant.

I can already feel the hustle of a new day, the potential for a fresh start. Walking in, I expect the familiar

comfort of an empty space, but I’m met instead with Ethan’s brooding form. His jaw is set tight, his

brow furrowed.

He doesn’t look up as I approach.

“Morning,” I greet cautiously, sensing the tension in the air.

He sighs heavily. “Abby… What the hell happened here last night?”

Confused, I follow his gaze. The kitchen. Oh no. My heart ski ps a beat as memories of last night flood

back. The cooking. The laughter. The… moment with Karl.

“What do you mean?” I manage to ask, feigning ignorance.

Ethan’s eyes fix on me, and I can see his irritation. “I’ll show you.” Without waiting for a reply, he leads

me into the disaster zone that is the kitchen.

Every counter is smeared with remnants of our late-night feast. Pots and pans are sc at tered

everywhere, some still containing leftover food. The sight makes my stomach churn with guilt. How

could I have been so careless?

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. “I… I was working late last night. Got hungry and…” I trail off, trying to

find a good excuse, but words fail me.

Ethan just raises an eyebrow, his expression demanding more.

“And… I forgot to clean up,” I finish lamely, avoiding his gaze.

A beat of silence. Then, “Forgot?” His tone is sharp, filled with disbelief.

My mind races. If he even catches a hint of what transpired with Karl, rumors would spread like wildfire,

jeopardizing not only my reputation but potentially the restaurant’s as well.

“I was exhausted,” I murmur.

His eyes scan the kitchen, lingering on a particular spot on the counter, and my heart races. That’s

I shake my head m entally.

up my sleeves.

anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby. This isn’t like

idea, I think grimly. But all I say is, “I

the literal one in

the counters, my mind can’t help but drift

To Karl.

I clean, every dish I wash, feels like an echo of his presence. The

laughter, the touch of his

stop this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of nostalgia

have happened. I shouldn’t

erase not

The longing. The

in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in

kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools.

sort out my emotions.

lean against the counter, the same one where Karl and I shared

But this is neither the time nor the place to

deep sigh, I push away from the counter, reminding myself of my

the

a new day, and I need to focus on the

…

through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams

earnings. There’s a particular rhythm

office gently

a knock,

call out, expecting to

a tall, commanding figure that

with an air of unquestionable authority, the

extends a hand, introducing himself. “You’re Abby, correct?”

restaurant?”

I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors today. “Yes,” I

smiles.

offered hand,

believe we had an appointment. How can I

he begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering Committee.

but your

It’s where deals are struck and alliances

meals and fine

it’s where I promised to go on that

representative from the committee

modest office.

“Among countless establishments in this city, yours

you are among the four finalists we’re

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