Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 85

#Chapter 85: Housemaid
Abby

I’m in the kitchen organizing my thoughts, sketching out a m ental roadmap for tonight’s three-course

extravaganza as I mumble under my breath.

“Sauvignon Blanc with the salmon… Hmm… Maybe I should prepare cappuccinos with the torte for

dessert…”

Just then, the door swings open, and in walks Karl, bags of groceries in hand. Gianna, his ever-present

secretary, trails closely behind him.

My heart does a little dance at the sight of Karl, a knee-jerk reaction I’ve never been able to fully quell.

Even with my wolf being asleep, the presence he creates when he walks into a room always makes her

lurch in my mind, as though she can always sense him in her sleep.

In a way, it’s frustrating. I want to yell at my wolf for leaving me alone and then momentarily

reappearing every time the man who broke my heart walks into the room, but I know it won’t do any

good.

However, something else is on my mind right now. I can’t help but notice how well they seem to get

along, Gianna laughing at something Karl has just said. A pang of jealousy surges through me.

“Hey, Abby. Got everything you asked for,” Karl announces, setting the bags on the countertop.

I shake off the jealousy, reminding myself that Karl and I are just friends now. “Thank you, both of you.

This means a lot to me.”

“It’s nothing,” Karl replies, a softness in his eyes that makes my stomach churn with a mix of nostalgia

and longing. “Need anything else?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m good, thanks.” Then, I turn to Gianna, determined to be cordial. “How are

you doing, Gianna?”

“I’m fine,” she responds tersely, a frosty undertone to her voice. Then, shifting her attention to Karl, she

says, “Could I speak to you privately? We need to sort some things out before the dinner.”

a glance in my direction as if to say

way

watch them go, feeling a strange knot tighten in my stomach. It’s not jealousy, not exactly,

something—something that unsettles me.

outright disgust. “G ods, I

turn back to the counter.

and it has to be

the record, you’ve got no reason to be

place, especially

insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl

have no interest

look that says she knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she

laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

eager to

…

mixture of scents and spices as

me the

“Sure thing, Abby.”

when I was still the Luna,

my lips. Tonight is a reminder that I haven’t lost

servant

say, not taking my eyes off the

that the crust isn’t quite

easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but

the renowned chef, the one who always gets

mutter under my breath, reaching for a fresh

from the

seen the look on her face, trying so hard

As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has

housemaid.”

the back of her head, her perfectly curled

the kitchen door. Heat surges

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

I remember that the wardrobe

of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to

Take the salmon off in five minutes

dinner is ready.”

but I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing out of

back steps two at a

greets me as I slide open

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