Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0319

Time seems to slow as we approach one another, but neither of us stops. My heart is practically

pounding out my chest.

We finally meet in the middle of the dance floor, and for a moment, neither of us knows what to say.

The music envelops us, and the soft glow of the overhead lights turns purple to match the slow beat of

the song, casting a romantic, intimate atmosphere around us.

Karl breaks the silence, holding out his hand to me. “Abby,” he says softly, his voice hardly more than a

whisper, “may I have this dance?”

I look at his hand, then back into his eyes, searching for answers. But all I find is sincerity, a flicker of

regret, and a hint of something else that I can’t quite place. Without a word, I place my hand in his, and

his arm loops around my waist.

For a few moments, we just sway together, our bodies pressed together like two puzzle pieces that fit

perfectly. I can feel eyes on us, but I don’t look away from him, and he doesn’t look away from me.

We’re close enough to kiss, but we don’t. We just gaze at each other, each of us too stunned to speak.

And then I notice it.

“Wait, is this…?” I begin, to which Karl nods, a slight smile flickering across his lips.

“It is,” he says. “I noticed it, too.”

The song playing is one that used to be very meaningful to us during our relationship. I can’t help but

remember the times we danced to it in our living room, holding each other close, feeling the warmth of This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

his embrace. The memories flood back, and I can’t deny the bittersweet feeling that washes over me.

Karl breaks the silence again, his voice low and heartfelt. “Abby, you look stunning tonight,” he says,

his eyes and fingers tracing the lines of my gown. “I should have never made you hide your beautiful

body when we were together. I’m so glad to see you come into your own now.”

I feel my cheeks flush at his compliment, and I look away, unable to meet his gaze. “Thank you, Karl,” I

murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. “Things have changed since then, haven’t they?”

He nods, his expression serious. “Yes, they have,” he says, and there’s a hint of regret in his eyes. “But

maybe it's not too late to make things right.”

We dance for a little while longer, lost in our own little world. More people join us, and soon we’re

surrounded by other dancing couples, and Shana is still nowhere to be found.

“Shana…” I begin, but Karl shakes his head.

“She left,” he explains. “She’s in love with someone else. We mutually agreed that it wouldn’t work

between us.”

“Is that Ethan? Your brother?” I ask, pointing.

And then, to my shock and disbelief, someone—a woman—pushes his wheelchair into the room. Karl

and I both freeze, each of us stunned when she pushes her hair over her shoulder and reveals her

face, her snakelike eyes scanning the room. Updated at Draмаnоvеls.cоm

“Gianna?”