Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 409

Abby

The tow company finally arrives, bringing my car—well, Karl’s car—back from the snowy ditch where it had been abandoned during the incident. I stand by, anxiously watching as they unload the car and bring it back to its rightful place in the driveway.

Karl stands beside me, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, a warm and amused smile on his face as he watches me fret over the car. When the tow truck driver finally finishes unfastening the car and placing it back in the driveway, Karl and I walk over to take a closer look.

“There’s no damage as far as I can see,” the tow truck driver says as we approach. “But you’re welcome to take a look for yourself.”

Karl nods and takes a step closer, inspecting the car for any dents or scrapes, but thankfully there are none. “Looks good to me,” Karl says with a smile. “Thanks for your services.”

The tow truck driver gives Karl a curt nod and returns to his truck to get our bill. As we wait, I turn to Karl, feeling a pang of guilt in my chest. “I’m so sorry for running your car into a ditch,” I say, my voice filled with genuine remorse. “I really couldn’t see anything on that road.”

Karl chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shakes his head. “Abby, it’s really fine,” he reassures me. “There’s no damage, and the most important thing is that you’re safe.”

I offer a weak smile, still feeling bad about the whole situation. “At least let me pay for the tow truck,” I offer, reaching for my wallet.

But before I can do anything, Karl stops me, gently placing a hand on mine to prevent me from getting my wallet. “No need, Abby,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve got it all covered.”

I watch as he pays the tow truck driver, feeling a mix of gratitude and a touch of embarrassment. He hands the driver a wad of cash, and with the payment all set, the driver hops back into his truck and drives off.

“Karl, you don’t have to keep paying for everything,” I say quietly, my cheeks tinted with a hint of pink.

He gives me a sideways glance, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

I blush a bit deeper, struggling to find the right words. “I mean, you’ve been so generous since I’ve been here. You showered me with gifts, paid for meals, even offered to pay for my dress, and now this. You’re… spoiling me.”

Karl’s expression softens, and he gives me a warm smile. “Abby, it’s not about spoiling you. I just feel like, as a man, I should step up to the plate, especially after everything that happened between us in the past—all of the mistakes I’ve made. If I can make your time here a little more comfortable, then I want to do that.”

I look down at my feet, feeling touched by his words. “Thank you, Karl,” I murmur, my voice barely more than a whisper. “But you really don’t have to do all of this. I can pay for myself if the need arises.”

Karl tilts his head, studying me for a moment before he speaks. “I know you can pay for yourself,” he says. “But I want to pay for you whenever I can. Will you let me?”

I meet his gaze, and for a moment, I feel a rush of emotions welling up inside of me. Karl has always been protective of me, even though we’re divorced.

“Alright,” I say with a weak smile and a soft sigh. “Thank you, Karl.”

“It’s nothing. Really.”