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

Karl and I… No. I shake my head m entally. Now’s

up my sleeves. “I’ll clean this up, Ethan. I’m

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

But

walks away, I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen and the tangled one

my mind can’t help but

To Karl.

clean, every dish I wash, feels like an

the touch

stop this. Last night was a mistake. An

shouldn’t be thinking about him like

I scrub, the more I try to erase not just the stains

confusion. The

my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways

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

sort out my emotions.

where Karl and I shared that

But this is neither

sigh, I push away from the counter, reminding

and the promises I made to

to focus on the present, not get lost in the memories of

…

half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto my

particular

my office gently soothes my usually

there’s a knock, crisp and

out, expecting to see Ethan or

door swings open to reveal a

charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable authority, the

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

restaurant?”

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

smiles. “I’m Calvin

hand, slightly taken aback

I don’t believe we had an appointment. How can I

represent the

your restaurant

about the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck and alliances formed,

meals and

it’s where I promised to go on that

why a representative from the

modest office.

countless establishments in this

the four finalists we’re considering to cater for our next

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