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.”

my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be back

the way

tighten in my stomach.

something—something that unsettles me.

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

counter. “Let’s

to prepare, and it has

“Though, for the record, you’ve got

your place, especially

make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and

no interest

says she knows better, but she doesn’t push

the groceries, laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

the ingredients, eager

…

lively mixture of scents and spices

you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

the Luna, I

smile tugs at my lips. Tonight is

another servant walks in. “The

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

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

be easier to just let it slide, to

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

I mutter under my breath, reaching for a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about

filtering from

seen the look on her face, trying so

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

housemaid.”

voice: Gianna. I can see the back of

saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

remember that the wardrobe

a collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning

could you please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let

dinner is ready.”

she starts, but I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing out of the

steps two at a

of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers