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.”

Karl says, casting a glance in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be

room, Gianna leading the way with a sense of

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

something—something that unsettles me.

what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods,

to the counter. “Let’s not focus on

to prepare, and it has to be

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

place, especially

make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and I are

I have no interest

knows better, but she

laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager to

…

of scents and

me

“Sure thing, Abby.”

still the Luna, I prepared this very meal for the

triumphant smile tugs at my lips. Tonight is

another servant walks

I say, not taking my eyes off the salmon filet sizzling in

I realize that the crust isn’t quite

easier to just let it slide, to declare it good

the renowned chef, the one who

fresh piece of salmon. I’m

from

her face, trying so hard to impress everyone

forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned

housemaid.”

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

kitchen door. Heat surges up

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

the wardrobe upstairs still houses my

silk and sequins. A cun

Take the salmon

dinner is ready.”

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

two at

I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers

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