Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#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.”

direction as if to

way with

a strange knot tighten in my stomach. It’s

something—something that unsettles me.

with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods,

at Elsie’s blunt honesty, I turn back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on

it

Abby,” she says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason to be jealous.

place,

although her words make me feel

have no

that says she knows better, but she doesn’t

fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

reach for the ingredients, eager to transform

…

is a lively mixture of scents and spices as I work

you hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

Luna,

triumphant smile tugs at my lips. Tonight is a reminder that I haven’t

concentration is interrupted when another servant

say, not taking my eyes off the salmon filet sizzling

as I’m about to declare it perfect, I realize that the crust isn’t quite what I wanted.

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

Abby, the renowned chef, the one who always gets it

reaching for a fresh piece of salmon.

voices filtering from

on her face, trying so hard to impress everyone

that our ex-Luna

housemaid.”

Gianna. I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled hair and tight

the kitchen door. Heat surges up my

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

wardrobe upstairs still houses my

silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to take

please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let Karl know

dinner is ready.”

Abby…?” she starts, but I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing out of

back steps two at

as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers hover