Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 224

“Abby? What’s going on? Shouldn’t you be at the studio?” I ask, blinking in

confusion. Did I sleep through the whole day or something? Did I miss the cookoff?

She pushes past me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe like a worried

mother as she makes her way into my apartment. “Karl, you’re not sick, are

you? Please, for the love of god, tell me you’re not sick.”

I close the door behind her, my brows knitting in confusion. “Sick? No, I’m just a

bit hungover, but other than that, I’m fine. Why? What are you doing here?”

“You’re sure you’re not sick?” Abby presses, leaning in, her eyes still wide but

now tinged with a sliver of hope.

Enter title…

I throw my hands up in the air. “Would I lie about that? No, I’m not sick, just

hungover, Abby. Now will you tell me why you’re here looking like the world’s

about to end when you’re supposed to be heading to the competition?”

She sighs, the tension leaving her shoulders, but only for a second. “Karl, both

John and Anton have food poisoning. They can’t even stand, let alone be my

for the

wide

we

tinged with a mix of worry and annoyance. “You didn’t

did you?”

my head. I don’t like seafood very much,

believe it? Of all the days

happen!”

her, then glance over at my reflection in

mess, not at all like the

Abby?” I find myself asking,

her gaze piercing. “I

only one I can think of who might be able to

will you be my sous chef

A Hasty

Abby

go wide as I drop my

my sous chef

air.

a long moment of silence, filled only by the sound of my

of my chest, before

not. I’m

at once, I feel like I’m about to scream and cry and throw

can’t show

and I can’t pull

Why?” I ask, my

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