Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 122

“Are you sure?” I ask, stunned. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It’s not an imposition,” the woman assures me. “It’s about time they learn a good lesson. You can’t go around causing trouble and not expect to deal with the consequences.”

Just then, Karl emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes meet mine, questioning. I nod subtly, a smile breaking through my fatigue.

“Karl, these are the parents,” I explain. “They agree with your punishment. Actually, they want to extend it for an entire week.”

Karl grins, extending a hand to each parent. “I appreciate your understanding. Trust me, there’s a lot to be learned in a kitchen. I would know.” He glances at me, winking subtly. My face flushes red, and I avert my gaze to my apron.

“Then it’s settled,” the man says, shaking Karl’s hand firmly.

As the parents walk toward the kitchen, presumably to have a serious chat with their demented offspring, I lean against the bar, suddenly drained but also immeasurably lighter.

Karl leans next to me, his shoulder barely touching mine. “Not what you expected, huh?”

“Not at all,” I say softly, a slight laugh escaping my lips. “But these past couple of days have been chock full of surprises.”

He glances at me, his eyes warm and comforting. “Some surprises are good, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” I murmur, realizing the truth in his words. Maybe it’s the parents owning up to their kids’ behavior, or maybe it’s the simple fact that for once, something has gone right amidst all of this chaos. Whatever it is, I’m grateful. It could have been a lot worse.

The rest of the day is a blur. I feel as though I’m on autopilot, mechanically checking off tasks, my mind drifting. Even when the dinner rush starts and the restaurant fills with the sound of chatter and clattering dishes, I feel detached, like I’m observing it all from a distance.