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.”

Karl says, casting a glance in my direction as if to

the way with a sense

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

something—something that unsettles me.

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

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

to prepare, and it has

the record, you’ve got

place, especially

I insist, although her words make me

have no

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

groceries, laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

ingredients, eager to transform them into something

…

mixture of scents and

me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

the Luna,

Tonight is a reminder that I haven’t lost my

servant walks in.

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

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

be easier to just let it

the renowned chef, the one who

for a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to season

from

you should have seen the look on her face, trying so hard to

we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna

housemaid.”

that voice: Gianna. I can see the back of her head,

she saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck and into

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

sudden clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs

sequins. A cun ning plan starts to take

stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and

dinner is ready.”

off my apron

back steps two at

I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers hover over