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.”

casting a glance in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be back soon.’

the way with a sense

in my stomach. It’s not jealousy, not

something—something that unsettles me.

snorts with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I can’t stand that

back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on her, Elsie.

it has

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

place, especially

make

no

look that says she knows better, but

out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager to transform

…

scents and spices

hand me

“Sure thing, Abby.”

I was still the Luna, I prepared

at my lips. Tonight

when another servant walks in. “The

a few more minutes,” I say, not taking my eyes off the

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

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

the

fresh piece of

filtering from the dining

on her face, trying so hard to impress everyone with her

skills. As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than

housemaid.”

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

saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

sudden clarity, I remember that the wardrobe

and sequins. A

the salmon off in five

dinner is ready.”

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

steps two at a

of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe

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