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

deep breath, I roll up my sleeves.

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

grimly. But all I say is, “I promise.”

I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen

counters, my mind can’t help but drift back

To Karl.

wash, feels like an echo of his presence. The way he smiled, the

his laughter, the touch of his

was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out

happened. I shouldn’t be thinking about him

more I scrub, the more I try to erase not just the stains of food but

confusion. The longing.

thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways than one. By

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

sort out my emotions.

where Karl and I shared that moment, and

But this is neither the

from the counter, reminding myself of my

the restaurant, and the promises

is a new day, and I need to focus on the present, not get lost in

…

casting soft golden beams onto my desk as I

earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings

office gently

there’s a knock, crisp and

expecting to see Ethan or even

door swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that

an air of unquestionable authority, the stranger’s steel blue

mine. He extends a hand, introducing himself. “You’re

restaurant?”

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

smiles. “I’m

his offered hand,

an appointment. How can I

preamble, he begins, “I represent the

as a surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite the

where

meals and fine

to go on that

races, trying to grasp why a representative from the committee would

modest office.

steady, “Among countless establishments in this

finalists we’re considering to cater for

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