Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 322

It’s no different than the night that Karl threw the party at our old home, and seeing someone treat the food—which my team and I so painstakingly prepared—like it’s not even worth tasting is hurtful. The contrast between her and Ethan is striking, and I can’t help but wonder about her true intentions.

“Well, I agree with Ethan,” Karl chimes in, sensing my upset over Gianna. He holds up a forkful of glistening pasta and smiles. “This is delicious. I may need to have a second helping later.”

“Speaking of second helpings,” Ethan says, pushing his now-empty plate away, “I can see that the spinach puffs are disappearing quickly over there. I’ll be right back—”

“Allow me,” I say suddenly, standing abruptly. “I’ll get it for you.”

Ethan shoots me a concerned look. “Abby, you don’t—”

“Really,” I retort with a smile. “You should relax. Besides, I’m the caterer.”

Before Ethan has the chance to refuse, I push my chair back and walk away. Really, I just need a moment away from Gianna so I can breathe, but I won’t let them know that. As I approach the table, however, I can hear the sound of footsteps behind me. I know it’s Karl.

“Are you okay, Abby?” Karl’s voice is hushed as he brushes his fingers gently against mine, reaching for a plate of calamari on the table.

I offer him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, Karl,” I say. “Just needed to take a moment to breathe.”

“Trying to get away from Gianna?” he asks.

I nod, knowing that there’s no point in sugarcoating it. We both glance over our shoulders to see that Gianna has shoved her untouched plate away. Ethan is reaching for it.

“Man, he sure is ravenous,” Karl says with a chuckle.

I can’t help but laugh, too. “Hey, at least one of them is enjoying the food,” I say.

Karl nods and sighs, a mixture of frustration and gratitude evident in his eyes. “I’m really sorry she’s here, Abby. I just wish we could spend one night free of drama, you know?”