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

just said. A pang of jealousy surges through

Abby. Got everything you asked for,” Karl announces, setting

and I

means a lot

softness in his eyes that makes my stomach

“Need

I’m good, thanks.” Then, I turn to Gianna, determined to be cordial. “How

you doing, Gianna?”

she responds tersely, a frosty undertone to her voice.

you privately? We need

direction as if

room, Gianna leading the way with

them go, feeling a strange knot tighten in

something—something that unsettles me.

with what sounds like outright

turn back to the counter. “Let’s not

and it has to

right, Abby,” she says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason to be jealous.

especially

jealous,” I insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly

I have no

me a look that says she knows better, but she doesn’t push

the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

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