Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0124
I miss those days, miss what we were. The regret hits me like a ton of bricks, settling heavy in my

chest. It’s a regret that’s been there for too long, lurking in the shadows even when I was too stubborn

to acknowledge it.

Finally, after another hour and a half of driving, the towering trees give way to the familiar entrance of

my estate. I haven’t been here in a few months now, but it feels just as familiar as ever; especially with

Abby beside me.

I throw her a quick glance, hoping that I don’t see any glimmer of doubt in her eyes. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she says, though I catch a note of uncertainty in her voice.

I pull into the driveway, the old mansion coming into view. Before I can even cut the engine, the front

door swings open. Gerald, our family butler for as long as I can remember, steps onto the porch. His

face lights up when he sees me. “Mr. Karl!” he exclaims, shuffling out. “How nice to—” But then, his

face falls the moment his gaze lands on Abby.

“Miss… Abby? What are you doing here?” he asks, a thinly veiled note of disapproval coloring his

words.

Gerald,” Abby replies, her tone neutral.

he mutters, and though he says nothing more, his eyes say it all. Maybe

But hell, if he has a problem with Abby being here, that’s his issue to

with, not ours.

but she’s already grabbed it. “I got it,” she says, our fingers brushing

shoots up my arm, and I have to resist the

I gesture toward

the door. I catch up

side, the tension palpable but not entirely uncomfortable. She glances around, taking in

sprawling garden she once adored, the manor itself. There’s

tugs at my heart.

this time at the

of our ancestors adorning the walls. All the things that make this place more than

a home. It was her home, too, once upon a time. Maybe it will

I ask as we ascend the stairs. Her

room—is right at

murmurs, but her voice quivers, betraying

revealing the room she spent

she’s been gone, but I kept the furnishings the same. In fact, I couldn’t sleep

two years; not since I thought she

she breathes,

furnishings to the photos still sitting on top of

of us, laughing like there’s no

couldn’t bear to look

I see the Abby I fell in love with all