Chapter 0133
Abby

I’m in the kitchen organizing my thoughts, sketching out a me ntal 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

at something Karl has just said. A pang of jealousy surges through

Karl

off the jealousy, reminding myself that Karl and I

means a lot to

nothing,” Karl replies, a softness in his eyes that makes my stomach churn

longing. “Need anything

shake my head. “No. I’m good, thanks.” Then, I turn to Gianna, determined to be

you doing, Gianna?”

a frosty undertone to her voice. Then, shifting

We need to sort

direction as if

way with a

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

something—something that unsettles me.

like outright disgust. “G ods,

to the counter. “Let’s not focus on her,

and it

says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no

your place, especially not her.”

make me feel

no

knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead,

the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety of

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