Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223 Beneath the Silence

Chapter 223 Beneath the Silence

Cecilia’s pov

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The house settled into that peculiar quiet that comes with early evening-not

quite night, just the soft exhale before darkness fully claims the sky.

Tang nearly bounced on his heels as he hudged me toward the stairs.

“Go on. Call the Alpha down. Mrs. Linda pulled out all the stops tonight.”

I recognized his little game immediately

Ever since the incident with Amara, he’d been trying to redeem himself through these “helpful” nudges that just happened to throw Sebastian and

me together.

“Fine,” I sighed, setting down my book. “I’ll go find him.”

Truthfully, I didn’t mind. It was my job, after all-keeping Sebastian on schedule, making sure he remembered basic human functions like eating.

Along the way, I could grab Sawyer too.

Upstairs, I knocked on the door to Sebastian’s study. No answer.

I was about to knock again when the bedroom door swung open and Sebastian emerged, dressed in fresh clothes-dark slacks and a charcoal button-down that looked tailored within an inch of its life. Definitely not

loungewear.

“Alpha, will you be joining us for dinner?” I asked, keeping my voice carefully

neutral.

He adjusted his cuff with practiced ease. “Not tonight. I have a meeting.”

A brief pause. “Don’t wait up.”

“Of course.” I stepped aside automatically, making room in the hallway.

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Sebastian paused, his eyes lingering on my face a moment longer than

necessary.

Something in his expression softened.

“Get some rest tonight,” he said, his voice low, almost like a secret.”The

weather here shifts quickly. Take care of yourself.”

Then he was gone, moving like a shadow that forgot to make a sound.

I didn’t move. Just stood there, caught in the hush he left behind.

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Barely a dozen words-yet something had shifted. Since our talk on the plane,

even the quiet carried weight.

“Cecilia.”The sound of my name snapped me out of it.

I turned to find Sawyer watching me, his eyes steady, a little too knowing.

“Dinner’s ready,” I said, recovering with a smile.

He glanced toward the stairs.”Old friend called, heard Alpha was in London. Pretty last-minute.”

“I know. He mentioned it,” I said, face carefully blank.

Something like relief crossed Sawyer’s features. “Good. That’s good. Well, shall we? Mrs. Linda’s cooking is worth experiencing. You should eat while

it’s hot.”

“Yeah… sure.” I followed him, though part of me was still upstairs.

Dinner was lavish by any standard-roasted duck with orange glaze, potatoes that melted like butter, and vegetables I couldn’t even name.

Sawyer and I barely made a dent in our plates, but Tang did his part-he was already on his third round before we’d finished our first.

After dinner, I felt restless.

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The rain hadn’t stopped all day, and the house felt heavier with every hour

that passed.

“I’m going for a walk,” I announced.

Tang materialized beside me like he’d been summoned. “Great idea. I’ll grab my jacket.”

“Tang,” I sighed. “I’d like some time alone.”

“Alpha’s orders,” he shrugged, already zipping up his weatherproof. “You go out, I follow.”

bit back a retort. Some battles weren’t worth fighting.

The evening air hit my face with a crisp bite-London’s signature cocktail of

mist and encroaching cold.

I pulled my coat tighter and headed right from the gate, my boots clicking

against the wet pavement.

Tang, to his credit, kept a respectful distance.

Just close enough to intervene if needed, just far enough to give me the

illusion of solitude.

My phone rang, breaking the quiet.

Unknown number.

I declined the call.

It rang again.

I declined again.

By the fourth consecutive ring, irritation flared hot in my chest.

I swiped to answer, ready to verbally eviscerate whoever was on the other

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“Who is this and what part of ‘not answering’ wasn’t clear?” I snapped.

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A brief silence, then a familiar voice. “My, aren’t we touchy tonight. I knew all that calm this morning was just an act. Sebastian’s out meeting his precious Evelyn, and you’re not happy about it, are you?”

Amara. Of course.

I stopped walking, my stomach dropping like an elevator with cut cables.

“Evelyn?” I frowned. “How do you even know he’s out? Are you having him

followed?”

“Never mind how I know,” she purred. “Just tell me-he’s gone out without you, hasn’t he?”

“Yes, he’s out,” I admitted.

Her laugh was sharp, triumphant. “I knew it. The second he lands in London, he runs straight to Evelyn. And let me guess-he didn’t tell you the truth about where he was going, did he? Oh Cecilia, we’re both just pawns in his

game.”

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