Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 177

Cecilia

The second chime still rang in my ears as Mom crossed the room, muttering, “That must be Peggy.” Peggy?

My stomach did a small, suspicious somersault.

Peggy Foster-my mother’s longtime coworker and our neighbor. Sweet woman.

The door swung open, and Peggy walked in with her warm smile, but it wasn’t her presence that made my heart skip a beat.

It was the tall figure behind her.

Simon Foster.

Tall, lean, impeccably dressed in a white button-down with sleeves casually rolled to reveal tanned forearms.

Wire-rimmed glasses framed intelligent eyes that held both gentleness and intensity.

He looked like he’d walked straight out of an indie film about brooding academics-more mature than I remembered, with an understated confidence that commanded attention.

The moment he stepped inside, those eyes found mine, and his lips curved into a familiar smile.

“Cecilia,” he said, his voice washing over me like an old melody. “It’s been a while.”

I stood automatically, my face arranging itself into a polite smile.

“Indeed, it has.”

Beside me, Harper leaned in, her breath tickling my ear. “Wait… isn’t this your middle school genius neighbor? The quiet one who never left the top of the class?”

I gritted my teeth. “Your memory is inconveniently perfect.”

” told you back then,” Harper whispered gleefully. “Those quiet, inteltectual neighbortypes are the most dangerous when they grow up.” Before I could formulate a retort, a smooth voice cut through the room like a silver blade.

“Quite the lively gathering tonight.”

The voice was soft, almost gentle-and absolutely lethal.

Sebastian.

My boss was still seated at the dining table, lazily swirling his wine glass, but his eyes were locked on the scene with predatory focus.

I turned to face him. “Sebastian…”

He smiled, all teeth and no warmth. “You’re full of surprises tonight, aren’t you? Should I be expecting anyone else to show up? Maybe an ex from college? A secret fiancé?”

The sarcasm was thick enough to drown in.

I opened my mouth, but whatever I meant to say got lost somewhere between my brain and my lungs.

Then, just as suddenly, he straightened.

The icy smile vanished, replaced by the polished calm of the man who could charm CEOs and senators alike.

In one smooth motion, Sebastian stood.

The shift was so seamless, it was as if that bitter comment had never happened

“Mr. Moore,” he said politely, thank you for your hospitality. Please do let me know when that orchid blooms.”

“Y-yes, of course,” Dad replied with an awkward laugh that did nothing to dissolve the tension.

Sebastian crossed the living room, nodding politely to Mom and Peggy as he passed, his gaze slicing right past Simon like he didn’t exist.

Harper watched him approach with wide eyes, her mouth slightly open like she’d just witnessed a live episode of a drama series.

I couldn’t deal with this. Not now.

I turned to my father. “Dad, Harper and I need to step out for a bit.”

“Go, sweetheart,” Dad said quickly, already half-rising from his chair, like he couldn’t wait to get me out of the blast zone.

I turned to Sebastian, keeping my voice unnaturally steady. “Mr. Black, please enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Sebastian didn’t respond verbally, just took another sip offhis wine – slow, deliberate-before following us toward the door.

Simon stood awkwardly in the entryway, clutching a box of desserts.

“-I didn’t realize it was a bad time. We can catch up later, if that’s better.”

She wasn’t certain this was the right match.

“She’ll make her own decision,” she finally replied softly.

Cecilia

The door clicked shut behind me.

I kept moving forward, gripping Harper’s wrist, my pace quicker than usual.

Walk faster,” I whispered. “Don’t look back.”

Harper stumbled alongside me while muttering, “This isn’t walking-it’s fleeing for your life.”

We descended the side stairs, cut through the garden path, and finally reached the garage.

Harper pressed her key fob, and the car lights flashed twice.

“Seriously, what did you do to attract all this?” she asked, pulling open the passenger door. “Your childhood neighbor shows up out of nowhere, and your boss instantly transforms into a territorial Alpha wolf. Is this drama enough for you yet?”

“Harper.” My voice was a warning growl.

“Fine, fine, I’ll shut up.” She raised both hands in surrender.

I was about to get into the car when footsteps approached from behind.

Not fast, not heavy, but each step seemed to land directly in my heart.

Harper slid into the passenger seat with impressive speed, gently pulling the door closed behind her like she was avoiding crossfire.

I was about to call after her when a hand reached from behind, once again securing itself around my waist.

My heart skipped a beat.

Here it comes.

Sebastian was about to speak.