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.

her

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

he has a problem with Abby being

with, not ours.

“I got it,” she says, our

arm, and I have to resist the urge to

we?” I gesture toward the

the cobblestone path that leads to the door. I catch up to

palpable but not entirely uncomfortable. She glances around,

adored, the manor itself. There’s a wistfulness

tugs at my heart.

around, this time at the grand staircase, the antique chandeliers,

adorning the walls. All the things that make this place more

once

I ask as we ascend the stairs. Her room—the master

at

voice quivers, betraying her

and swing it open, revealing the room

I kept the furnishings the same.

two years; not since I thought she cheated

she breathes, stepping

to the photos still sitting on top of her old dresser.

catches her eye, a candid shot of us, laughing like there’s no tomorrow.

bear to look at it

I see the Abby I fell in love with all those years ago. Vulnerable, yet strong. Closed