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

and I… No. I shake my head m entally. Now’s not the

deep breath, I roll up my sleeves. “I’ll

to annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby.

I think grimly. But all I say is,

he walks away, I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in

As I scrub the counters, my mind

To Karl.

wash, feels like an echo of

laughter, the touch of

was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of

have happened. I shouldn’t be

not

The longing. The

lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways

done, the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I wish it was as easy

sort out my emotions.

lean against the counter, the same one where Karl and

fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither the time

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

the promises I made

on the present, not get lost in the memories of

…

sunlight sl ants through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden

a particular

outside my office gently soothes my usually

a knock, crisp and

call out, expecting to see Ethan or

swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that

air of unquestionable authority, the

introducing himself. “You’re Abby, correct?” he asks. “The

restaurant?”

I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors

man smiles.

offered hand, slightly taken aback by the unexpected visit.

an appointment. How

“I represent the Alpha Gathering

as a surprise, but your restaurant has

It’s where deals are struck and alliances

and fine

promised to go on that date with Karl, since I

races, trying to grasp why a representative from the

modest office.

steady, “Among countless establishments in this city,

finalists we’re considering to cater for

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