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

room, Gianna leading the way with a

a strange knot tighten in my

something—something that unsettles me.

outright

to the counter.

to prepare, and it has to be

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

your place,

jealous,” I insist, although her words make me feel

no

me a look that says she knows better, but she doesn’t push it.

out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager to

…

mixture of scents

hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

few years ago, when I was still the Luna, I prepared this

triumphant smile tugs at my lips. Tonight is a reminder that

interrupted when another servant walks in. “The

not taking my eyes off the

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

It would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s not me.

renowned chef, the one

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

voices filtering from the dining

her face, trying so

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

housemaid.”

Gianna. I can see the back

past the kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

wardrobe upstairs still houses my former

of silk and sequins. A cun

watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes

dinner is ready.”

but I’m already ripping off my apron and

two at a

gowns greets me as I slide

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