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 tone neutral. “I’m just

he says nothing more, his

it beforehand. But hell, if he has a problem

with, not ours.

it. “I got it,” she says, our fingers brushing

I have

we?” I gesture toward

path that leads to the door. I catch up to

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

the sprawling garden she once adored, the manor itself. There’s a wistfulness in her eyes

tugs at my heart.

look around, this time at the

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

once upon a time. Maybe it will

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

guest room—is right at the top of

voice quivers, betraying her true

swing it open, revealing the room she spent so many years in. It’s been a

she’s been gone, but I kept the furnishings the same.

since I thought she cheated on

she breathes, stepping

from the familiar furnishings to the photos still sitting on

of us,

couldn’t bear to look at it

fell in love with all those years ago.