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.”

direction as if to say ‘I’ll be

leading the way

tighten in my stomach. It’s not jealousy, not

something—something that unsettles me.

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

back to the counter. “Let’s not focus

prepare, and it has to

you’ve got no reason to be jealous. No one

place, especially not

make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and

have no

that says she knows better, but

laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a

herbs.

the ingredients, eager

…

kitchen is a lively mixture of scents and spices as

me

“Sure thing, Abby.”

was still the Luna,

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

interrupted when another servant walks in.

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.

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

chef, the one who always gets it

a fresh piece of salmon.

filtering from the dining

her face, trying so hard to impress everyone with her

we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna

housemaid.”

can see the back of her head, her perfectly

door. Heat surges up my

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former

collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to take

salmon

dinner is ready.”

I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing

steps two at a

of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the

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