Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0257

There’s another long silence. But then, suddenly, Chloe blurts out a question that I never would have

expected.

“Do you think you should… I don’t know, try to stop him from leaving?”

Her question catches me off guard. I whirl around to face her, my mouth agape.

“Stop him?” I repeat, the absurdity of the notion almost making me laugh. But the laugh doesn't come.

Instead, there's a hollow ache, a space where part of me wonders if maybe, just maybe, I wish I could.

“I couldn’t,” I finally say, shaking my head as if to dislodge the thought. “Why would you even ask that?”

Chloe’s expression softens a little more. “Because I saw the show, Abby. The way he looked at you, the

way he was... with you. Hell, maybe I’ve softened a little, seeing that. He seemed to really care, not just

for the cameras, you know?”

“That’s sweet of you,” I reply, the corners of my mouth twitching upwards into a half-hearted smile. “But

it’s unnecessary. Karl and I…” I trail off as a lump forms in my throat. “We’re never getting back

together. That’s not in the cards for us.” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I guess you two just seemed so close during the cook-off,” she says with a wry chuckle. “And by the

way, people are freaking out about him on social media. Along with #justiceforabby, there’s also

#mysterychef. People are eating it up.”

I make a confused face. With a sigh, Chloe slips her phone out of her pocket, taps on her screen for a

few moments, then holds it out for me.

On the screen is a screenshot from the show of Karl and I, standing beside one another, our hands

touching. The picture has been zoomed in to the point of blurriness, but I can see it. And the caption

reads: “Dear Abby, please reveal your #mysterychef! We’re rooting for you… both of you!”

I can’t help but laugh a little. “You’re kidding.”

Chloe shakes her head and slips her phone back into her pocket. “Nope. And that’s just one post of

hundreds, maybe even thousands by now. You two had some real chemistry onstage, so I thought…”

“Chloe,” I say, steadying my voice, “trust me, there’s nothing between me and Karl. Whatever we used

to have is gone. He’s just a friend now.”

“If he’s just a friend, then why are there tears in your eyes?”

Her words make me pause. I slowly lift a shaking finger to my eye, and when I pull it away, it’s damp.

I’m crying, and I didn’t even realize it. All I can do is turn away, busying myself with a stack of papers

on my desk.

“Look,” she says, “I’m not trying to accuse you of anything. But I saw what I saw. And I hope you know

that, although I’m a bit more open to Karl now, I’m still worried about you. About the heartache I know

he gives you.”

I keep my back to her, my fingers tracing the edge of a piece of paper. “I know you worry. And I

appreciate it, more than you can imagine. But I’ve got the restaurant to think about, my staff... I have

responsibilities, Chloe. To all of you, to myself.”

She’s quiet for a moment, and I know she’s considering her next words carefully.

Chloe nods, apparently satisfied with my answer. “Good. Because, between you and me, I think you

deserve someone who knows exactly how lucky they are to have you.” Updated at Drаmanovels.com

I face her again, a real smile breaking through my facade. “Thanks, Chloe. That means a lot, especially

coming from you.”

She grins back at me, but her eyes are serious. “Anytime, Abby. And remember, you are your own

person. With or without a man.”

I laugh, a sound that finally feels genuine for the first time this morning. “I’ll remember that. Trust me.”