Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0245

Abby

My body feels as though it doesn’t belong to me as I stalk to the breakroom. I feel like a puppet on

strings that have been cut, like my limbs are made of lead and my body might give out from beneath

me at any moment.

When I’m alone in the breakroom once again, though, I can’t contain my fury any longer.

“Dammit!” The word explodes out of my mouth, and without thinking, I whirl around and let my shoe

connect with the wall. There’s a faint but satisfying crack, and when I pull away, there’s a slight dent

where I unleashed my rage.

It’s almost laughable, seeing how small the dent is. It’s like my own body won’t even do what I want, let

alone the ingredients on that stage out there.

My mind is whirling with so many thoughts that I barely even register the door creaking open. But then

that venomous voice, that voice that I’ll hear in my nightmares for years to come, slices through the air

like an arrow whizzing past my ear.

“Oh, Abby,” Daniel says, the sneer audible in his voice without me even having to look at him. I can

picture him without even turning around, that horrendous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Having a little tantrum, are we?”

“Don’t even start, Daniel,” I hiss, leaning on the counter, still not turning to face him.

But he just chuckles. “What?” he says, coming closer now. “I’m allowed to be concerned, aren’t I?”

I decide not to respond, but it seems as though that doesn’t satisfy Daniel. He tuts, and I can feel my

resolve beginning to crumble. “Boy, that sure was a mess out there. You know, maybe it really

should’ve been you dropping out, not Bryan. It would have saved you the embarrassment.”

I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms despite the sting of where they dug in earlier. The pain

anchors me, if only a little. I can’t give him the satisfaction of letting him see me crumble.

But he continues, relentless as ever, his words dripping with condescension. “But then again, it’s fitting,

isn’t it? You never belonged here. You’re nothing but a—”

I whirl around to face him, my eyes ablaze, my heart pounding in my chest. The word he spits out next

is vile, demeaning, and sexist.

“You’re nothing but a stupid little slut who belongs in the bedroom, not the culinary world,” he hisses.

It’s as though something shatters inside of me. My resolve has crumbled; he has won. I close the

distance between us, my eyes shooting daggers at him. “You,” I hiss, my voice trembling with the force

of my anger, “are a disgusting excuse for a chef. And an even worse excuse for a human being.”

His smile only widens, that infuriating, cocky smirk of a man who believes he has already won. “Struck

a nerve, have I?”

The muscles in my arm tense. Before I can stop myself, I’m stepping closer, my arm raised, my hand

poised to slap him across the face.

I know he deserves it. He’s a rat, a cockroach, a stain on this entire competition. He not only sabotaged

me and Karl, but he laughed while doing it, and now he has the nerve to spit slurs in my face like it’s

nothing.

Daniel’s eyes flick down. He quickly glances at my raised hand, and that’s finally when I see it—the

flicker of doubt in his gaze, the realization that he may have finally pushed too far.

His smirk falters, if only for a moment, and in that fraction of a second, I can finally see him for what he

really is—nothing more than a scared little boy in a man’s body, hiding behind a loud mouth and a

grating personality.

But then his calculated veneer reasserts itself, and he steps a little closer to me, tilting his head to

expose his cheek to me.

“Go ahead,” he goads, a wry chuckle escaping his lips. “Make my day, Abby. You hit me, and I’ll love

pressing charges. It’ll be a fun story to tell, how you and your ‘sous chef’ are just a pair of violent

criminals.”

The words are like a slap in the face, because he’s right.

“And then,” he leans in closer, “your precious little restaurant will be nothing but a memory, shut down

for good. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

My arm suddenly feels heavier than it should. Slowly, I lower my hand, letting it fall back to my side, the

weight of it grounding me just in time before I potentially ruined everything I’ve worked so hard for.

I look away, my eyes stinging with tears that threaten to spill.

Daniel chuckles. “Ah, but she’s all bark and no bite, I see,” he teases, folding his arms across his chest.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” I murmur. “To be so cruel to a fellow chef, in a field in which we

all struggle to make it work, day in and day out. We should be friends, allies, not… whatever this is.”

Daniel’s smirk doesn’t falter; instead, it’s as if my words only fueled his fire.

I shake my head, choosing to take the higher road now, to dismiss his vile words. “Just you wait and

see,” I say, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “Once everyone finds out that you sabotaged me, it’ll be

you who loses your restaurant. And what will they call you then, hm?”

For a fleeting moment, there’s a flicker in his eyes, a crack in the facade that he quickly plasters over

with more of his cruel humor.

“Sabotage?” He leans back a little, clamping his hand over his chest as though I’ve just shot him,

although I know that it’s all an act. “Why, that’s a serious accusation, Abby. You’d better be sure if

you’re going to throw around words like that.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” I say. “And I’m not throwing around anything. I’m going to find the proof. And when I do,

it’ll be more than words that come down on you.” Updаted at Drамanоvels.cом

“What are you implying?”

Daniel just smiles, but it’s cold, not reaching his eyes. “Oh, you mean you don’t know? How

interesting…”

“Fine,” he says, inspecting his nails, the smirk returning to his lips a moment later. “You see, your sous

chef… I saw him trying to bribe the judges earlier.”