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.”

as if to

room, Gianna leading the way with a

them go, feeling a strange knot tighten in my stomach. It’s

something—something that unsettles me.

outright disgust. “G ods, I can’t

the counter. “Let’s not focus on her, Elsie. We’ve got a

to prepare, and it has

record, you’ve got no reason

place,

although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and I

have no interest

she knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she helps

the groceries, laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

ingredients, eager to transform

…

kitchen is a lively mixture of scents and spices as I work with

you hand me

“Sure thing, Abby.”

years ago, when I was still the Luna,

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

concentration is interrupted when another servant walks in.

my

I realize that the crust isn’t quite what I wanted. It’s nearly

It would be easier to just let it

Abby, the renowned chef, the one who always gets

my breath, reaching for a fresh piece of salmon.

filtering from the

have seen the look on her face,

As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna

housemaid.”

I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled

she saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges up

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

wardrobe upstairs still houses my former life—gowns

A cun

Take the salmon off in

dinner is ready.”

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

two at

line of designer gowns greets me as I slide