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

my sleeves. “I’ll

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

no idea, I think grimly. But all I say

left with the mess—both the literal one in the

I scrub the counters, my mind can’t help

To Karl.

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

his laughter, the touch of

need to stop this. Last night was a

shouldn’t be thinking about him like

to erase not just the

confusion. The

as I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more

counters and organized

sort out my emotions.

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

But this is neither the

I push away from the counter, reminding myself of my responsibilities, the

and the promises I

to focus on

…

casting

earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings here,

activity outside my office gently

a knock,

call out, expecting to see

reveal a

in a sharp charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable authority,

“You’re Abby, correct?”

restaurant?”

expecting

smiles.

shake his offered hand, slightly

had an

begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand

surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite

It’s where deals are

meals and fine

I promised to go on that date with Karl, since

representative from the committee would be standing in

modest office.

tone steady, “Among countless establishments in this city, yours stands

are among the four finalists we’re considering to cater for our

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