Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 167

Cecilia

Of course it had to be Xavier.

I turned my head away from that nauseating face, feeling like the universe was playing some cruel joke on me.

Was I being punished for something in a past life?

“What a coincidence,” Xavier said when he realized I wasn’t going to acknowledge him.

I treated him like he was invisible, pretending to be absorbed in my phone.

My mind raced: This morning he might have legitimately spotted me

Leaving my neighborhood if he happened to be nearby.

But now? There’s no way he’d skip work to lurk outside Silver Peak’s offices all day.

A chill ran down my spine. Had he installed a tracking device on my car?

Every time I thought he’d finally leave me alone, this man resurfaced like a bad penny.

Like some nightmare version of a werewolf who couldn’t take rejection.

Maybe having him “disappeared” was the only way I’d ever know peace.

Dr. Han emerged from the back room and spotted Xavier.

“Sir, what seems to be troubling you today?” Dr. Han asked politely.

“My heart,” Xavier replied with theatrical melancholy, staring at my ice-cold expression.

I slowly raised my head, my face a perfect mask of calm as l addressed Dr. Han. ” Don’t rush on my account. Better treat him first. Too late, and you might need to call the morgue instead.”

Dr. Han froze for a moment.

Then he sat down in front of me and instructed me to remove my shoe, placing my foot on a small leather stool.

He poured some medicinal alcohol into his palm and began massaging my ankle.

“This might hurt a bit,” he warned.

“I’m fine, no problem,” I answered bravely.

My bravado was immediately disproven.

Holy shit… it hurt so badly!

I gripped my phone tighter, my breath slowing as I tried to manage the pain.

1 never screamed or shouted when in pain-instead, I went quieter, my expression more composed the worse it got.

Dr. Han, misinterpreting my stoicism as genuine tolerance, applied even more pressure.

In reality, I was on the verge of passing out.

“Gentler, please,” Xavier suddenly interrupted, reaching out to stop Dr.

Han’s hands.

shot Xavier a withering glare. Who asked for his fake sympathy?

Hypocrite.

” Dr. Han, will my foot be completely healed by next week?” 1 asked, deliberately ignoring Xavier’s intervention.

Dr. Han nodded. ” If you minimize walking for a few days, it should be fine by next week. But you absolutely cannot twist it again. The area is already injured-another sprain could damage the bone. That would be serious trouble.”

I smiled politely. “I understand. I’ll be careful.”

The heart patient beside us suddenly chimed in, ” Why not just quit your job? When you’re healed, come back to Blood Moon.”

“Is his brain even connected to his mouth?” I said.

Dr. Han noticed the tension between us and wisely decided not to meddle.

After a while, he applied a medicinal compress and wrapped my ankle with a bandage. “Come back tomorrow. Four consecutive treatments should do the trick.”

“Thank you, Dr. Han.” I expressed my gratitude, put on my shoe, and stood to pay.

Not so much.”

Xavier recognized I was negotiating with him.

1 was pretending weakness while simultaneously threatening mutual destruction.

1.was betting on his concern for appearances and hoping he’d know when to back down.

We can drive in, but in my car,” he countered.

“Absolutely not.” I shook my head firmly.

Xavier retreated another step. ” Then I’ll ride in your car. We’ll go in, take one lap, come back out, and you can drop me here. promise, once we’re doně, I’ll leave.”

“How about this-let’s invite someone else along. More people make it more fun,” I suggested.

“I only want to be with you, just the two of us,” Xavier insisted.

“Well, I prefer three people. Either we do it my way, or you can move aside,” I stated firmly.

Xavier’s jaw tightened. ” Rock-paper-scissors. Winner decides. If you still refuse after that, I’ll cover your mouth and carry you to my car. I guarantee you won’t get the chance to scream.”

I clenched my fist.

After a few seconds of silence, I relented. ” Fine. Winner decides.” I threw scissors. Xavier showed paper. I smiled triumphantly. ” I win.” Xavier’s face darkened. ” …Who could you possibly invite here?” I was about to suggest Dr. Han, figuring I could compensate him for his time.

“How about me?”

I turned.

There he was.

Sebastian.

Standing fifteen feet away, half-shadowed beneath the glowing barbershop sign, those rotating red-white-blue stripes casting soft light across his face.

His tall frame looked carved out of moonlight and vengeance, and his icy stare could’ve frozen a volcano.