Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 97: Fool Me Thrice
Abby

The room is dead silent when Karl finishes telling his story. I’m in utter shock, and I think he is, too. In a

way, now that I think of it, it all makes sense. And yet, all these years, neither of us ever saw it coming.

“So your butler…” I pause, swallowing. “Conspired with your secretary to sow discord between us?”

Karl nods quietly. “It appears so,” he murmurs.

In a way, I feel a sense of understanding wash over me. And yet, it doesn’t completely absolve Karl of

his sins. No matter how much Gianna sunk her claws in over the years, he still did what he did by

giving those rare ingredients to Adam. And for that, I still don’t know if I can ever forgive him.

As though reading my mind, Karl’s eyes lock onto mine, and there’s an intensity in them that I haven’t

seen in years. His gaze is heavy, but it’s also completely genuine.

“I know that I never should have gone against you, Abby. I’ve messed up, and I’m sorry,” he says

quietly. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll allow me.”

My chest feels like it’s been hollowed out, replaced with a cavern of disbelief and mistrust. Could this

really be the man who turned my life upside down?

“Sorry?” I find myself hissing. “You really think a simple apology can make this right? Regardless of

what Gianna and Gerald did, you still gave my ex rare ingredients behind my back to make him leave

me, Karl. That can’t be forgiven.”

His jaw tightens. “No,” he admits, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I know that there’s no way I

can undo the past, but I can try to make the future better. For you, and for your career.”

A part of me, a part I don’t want to acknowledge, wants to believe him. But the other part, the part that

remembers every night I spent alone, every tear shed in solitude, screams at me to keep my guard up.

“You’ve made a mess, Karl,” I say, controlling the tremor in my voice. “A mess that you expect me to

up. What about Adam? What about your scheming secretary

just going

expect you to clean up my

be part of the solution,

all I see

the harm in letting him help at the restaurant, especially with

coming up? As long as I keep

of my decision. “You can return

I need the extra help

distance.”

I’ve just thrown him a lifeline. “And the

really think I’d still go with you if

emotions flash through his eyes. Hope, dismay, hurt.

settle on acceptance. “You’re right,” he murmurs. “I’m

say, turning away to hide the complicated swirl of emotions threatening to spill over.

Karl?”

glimmer of hope lighting up his

me regret

could find the solution to all his

let you down. Not

to speak. With a last lingering glance, he walks

my thoughts.

…

could return

my life yet again—albeit

I’ve ever done, and honestly, I’m mostly concerned

the news to Chloe when I see her next. No doubt she’ll be furious with me,

altercation between her and Karl. I can still barely convince

decision here, so how can

chimes, signaling the arrival of a guest.

the host

shuffling his way in.

greet, trying to mask the

brings you

eyes filled with an uncomfortable blend of apology and professionalism.

Abby. May

in my office, I let him take the

as if carrying the weight of

a last-minute change to the cook-off,” he starts,