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 back soon.’ They both

Gianna leading the way with a sense

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

something—something that unsettles me.

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

Elsie’s blunt honesty, I turn back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on her, Elsie. We’ve

and it has to

you’ve

your place, especially not

jealous,” I insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and I are

no

she knows better, but

out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager

…

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

me the

“Sure thing, Abby.”

Luna, I prepared

tugs at my lips. Tonight is a reminder that

another servant walks in. “The Alphas

my

declare it perfect, I realize that the crust

be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough,

chef, the one who always

a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to

voices filtering from the dining

her face, trying so hard to impress

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

housemaid.”

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

surges up my neck and

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former

a collection of silk and sequins. A

watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five

dinner is ready.”

already ripping off my apron and dashing out of the

back steps two

as I slide open the wardrobe

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