Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0366

Abby

I step out of Marcus’ car and take a moment to take in the mansion that stands in front of me.

I still can’t believe that I used to call this place home. Hell, I designed almost all of it myself; the

gardens, the fountain on the front walkway, the color of the shutters. They’re a soft sage green, a nice

contrast from the red bricks. There’s ivy growing up the front, which is new. I like it.

Grabbing my bag, I follow Marcus up the front path and inside.

“Here we are,” Marcus says as he opens the door for me. “I have to attend a meeting, but make

yourself at home.”

I nod and watch Marcus leave, then make my way toward the stairs. But as I pass by the dining room,

my eyes widen in surprise.

Spread out on the dining table is an array of my favorite foods. My stomach rumbles at the sight of all

the delicious dishes. It’s clear that someone has gone to great lengths to make me feel welcome.

As I look at the array, I start to wonder where Karl is. Surely he’ll share a meal with me. I scan the room

for any sign of him, but the place seems empty except for a middle-aged woman I’ve never seen

before. She approaches me with a warm smile.

“You must be Abby,” she says, extending her hand. “I’m Sarah. Karl is in a meeting right now, but he

wanted you to enjoy the food. He’ll be here as soon as he can.”

I shake her hand and offer a polite smile. This must be the woman Karl hired as his campaign

manager. She seems nice. “Nice to meet you, Sarah. Thank you for the welcome. The food looks

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Sarah nods. “It’s our pleasure. Please, have a seat and help yourself. Karl left specific instructions to

make sure you’re well taken care of.”

I take a seat at the table, feeling a bit awkward sitting here all alone.

The spread of food is tempting, though, and I decide to start with a small serving of my favorite dish. It’s

just as delicious as I remember, and instantly transports me back to a time when Karl used to surprise

me with this sort of thing all of the time.

For a while, I just sit there, savoring the food. Karl is still nowhere to be found, but I don’t mind the

silence. It’s a welcome reprieve after the days of chaos at my apartment, and I almost forgot how nice it

was to hear the sounds of the birds outside rather than car horns and police sirens.

When I finish my meal, I decide to take my plate to clean it myself. I enter the spacious kitchen, which

is well-lit and impeccably clean.

In fact, I’m just thinking to myself that I’ll have to cook a meal later myself as I’m rinsing my dish, when

a woman’s voice startles me.

“Oh, let me take that for you, dear,” she says. I turn to see Alice, the housekeeper, bustling toward me.

I chuckle softly. “Hey, Alice,” I say. “Don’t worry about it. I can wash it myself.”

Alice gives me a warm smile. “Nonsense, Luna. I won’t allow you to wash your own dishes.”

Now, I’m the one who’s surprised. “No. Did Karl tell you that?” Coոtent beloոgs to Draмąnоvеls.cоm

Alice shakes her head. “No, he hasn’t breathed a word. But there have been rumors, so I assumed…”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Rumors? What kind of rumors?”