Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0238

“I know my way around a kitchen better than you ever will,” I retort, although the words feel hollow even

as I spit them out.

“Abby, Abby, Abby,” he tuts, pushing off from the counter to take another step closer. “You can barely

navigate your way out of a paper bag. This competition? It’s not for the weak. It’s not for the

passionless. And it’s definitely not for someone who can’t tell nutmeg from cardamom.”

His words are like a slap to the face, a reminder of the humiliation on stage. Of Logan’s Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

disappointment. Of Vanessa’s confused expression. Of the tiramisu that now represents my biggest

failure, all on live television.

Logan turns to leave, his posture as casual as ever as he saunters over toward the door, as if this is

over.

But then, I suddenly have an epiphany.

“You’re scared,” I blurt out. “That’s why you’re trying to sabotage me. You’re scared that I might

outshine you. That a woman, of all people, might beat you in this competition. And you can’t stand

that.”

Daniel freezes for a moment, and for the briefest of seconds, I think I see a slight tremble in his

shoulders. It’s so quick that I almost miss it, but it’s there. He slowly turns around, and there’s that

signature smirk of his again, but I can sense the hollowness behind it now.

“You wish,” he says, lifting his coffee cup to his lips. “As if I’d ever be scared of someone like…”

“Like what?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips. “A woman?”

Daniel meets my gaze with a flash in his eyes. “Not just a woman. A slut.”

I can feel the tips of my fingers go cold from the sudden shock of his words. “Excuse me?” I grit out

through clenched teeth.

“It’s shameful, really,” he states, taking a step toward me. His posture almost feels aggressive, and I

find myself taking a shaky step back, my resolve wavering. He chuckles. “A woman attempting to

muscle her way into a space where she’s clearly outmatched. It tarnishes the image of dedicated chefs

—real chefs—who have a genuine passion and talent for cooking.:

As Daniel speaks, he closes the distance between us. I find myself involuntarily stepping back, trying to

put space between us, until my back is up against the counter. But Daniel just keeps coming until he’s

mere inches away from my face.

“You think because I’m a woman, I can’t be as good as any man in the kitchen?” I ask, my voice

trembling more than I would like.

There’s a tense silence for a moment, broken only by a chuckle from Daniel’s lips. “Good? Abby, even

if I had tampered with your station—which I assure you I did not—you would have found some way to

botch it up because, frankly, you don’t know the first thing about cooking.”

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Mr. Thompson.

And the room falls silent.