Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0156
Abby

The room is dead silent when Karl finishes telling his story. I’m in utter shock, and I think he is, too. In a

way, now that I think of it, it all makes sense. And yet, all these years, neither of us ever saw it coming.

“So your butler…” I pause, swallowing. “Conspired with your secretary to sow discord between us?”

Karl nods quietly. “It appears so,” he murmurs.

In a way, I feel a sense of understanding wash over me. And yet, it doesn’t completely absolve Karl of

his sins. No matter how much Gianna sunk her claws in over the years, he still did what he did by

giving those rare ingredients to Adam. And for that, I still don’t know if I can ever forgive him.

As though reading my mind, Karl’s eyes lock onto mine, and there’s an intensity in them that I haven’t

seen in years. His gaze is heavy, but it’s also completely genuine.

“I know that I never should have gone against you, Abby. I’ve messed up, and I’m sorry,” he says

quietly. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll allow me.”

My chest feels like it’s been hollowed out, replaced with a cavern of disbelief and mistrust. Could this

really be the man who turned my life upside down?

“Sorry?” I find myself hissing. “You really think a simple apology can make this right? Regardless of

what Gianna and Gerald did, you still gave my ex rare ingredients behind my back to make him leave

me, Karl. That can’t be forgiven.”

His jaw tightens. “No,” he admits, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I know that there’s no way I

can undo the past, but I can try to make the future better. For you, and for your career.”

A part of me, a part I don’t want to acknowledge, wants to believe him. But the other part, the part that

remembers every night I spent alone, every tear shed in solitude, screams at me to keep my guard up.

“You’ve made a mess, Karl,” I say, controlling the tremor in my voice. “A mess that you expect me to

your scheming secretary

everything’s just

says, shaking his head. “I don’t expect you to clean

To be part of the solution,

the deceit, but all I see is a man broken by his

in letting him help at the restaurant, especially with

up? As long as I keep

gravity of my decision. “You can return

the cook-off is over, because I need the extra help around here. And I’ll

distance.”

I’ve just thrown him a

go

see a host of emotions flash through his eyes.

“You’re right,” he murmurs. “I’m

hide the complicated swirl of emotions threatening to spill over.

Karl?”

a glimmer of

make me

searching mine as if he could find the solution to

you down. Not this time. Not

With a last lingering

my thoughts.

…

two days since I told Karl he could return to the restaurant. I’m still digesting

my life

I’ve ever done, and honestly, I’m mostly concerned about how

No doubt she’ll be furious with me, and there

a physical altercation between her and Karl. I can still barely convince myself that

decision here, so how

of a

of thought. A glance up from the host stand reveals Mr. Thompson, the manager of the

shuffling his way in.

I greet, trying to mask the turmoil of emotions bubbling beneath

brings you

uncomfortable blend of apology and professionalism.

Abby. May

in my office, I let him take the chair opposite mine.

exhaling as if carrying the weight of

been a last-minute change to the