Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Chapter 232 Unexpected Visitors

Cecilia’s pov

I heard heavy footsteps approaching the dining room, but didn’t look up.

Still chewing, I kept my pace deliberately slow, convinced it was just Amara returning from whatever drama she’d stirred up this time.

Mentally, I was already queuing up all the choice words I planned to throw her way.

But instead of Amara’s signature entrance--high heels, high drama--two strangers walked in.

British. Obviously. Painfully so.

The man had golden hair and piercing blue eyes, his features so precisely carved it was borderline suspicious.

He was pale as porcelain, like nobility or a vampire. Something about him radiated a quiet, curated sadness. Like a man who owned too many limited-edition fountain pens.

The woman beside him was stunning in a different way--chestnut hair that shimmered in the light, cheekbones sharp enough to file a lawsuit, and legs that went on forever.

She moved with the unconscious grace of a runway model.

They both wore that kind of understated wealth that whispered old money and private boarding schools.

And they were staring directly at me.

Not in a rude way. More like I was a modern art piece they couldn’t quite decide if they "got."

I set my fork down and glanced at Tang, who had already returned to his meal like nothing happened.

"Who are they?" I asked quietly.

"Friends of Alpha," he mumbled, mouth full.

Of course they were. Sebastian never did low-key--and neither did anyone in his orbit.

With Sebastian absent and Tang clearly voting himself off hosting duty, that left... me.

Fantastic.

I stood to greet them, pasting on my best I’m-totally-not-weird smile.

"Hi there."

The woman stepped forward, beaming, and extended a hand.

"Hello! I’m Evelyn."

I shook her hand, trying not to feel like a hobbit shaking hands with a gazelle.

"I’m Cecilia."

So this was her.

Evelyn.

Supposedly Sebastian’s soulmate, according to Amara, who couldn’t shut up about it.

And if she was telling the truth... well. I could see why Sebastian might’ve looked twice.

Not that I cared. Obviously.

"Cece," she repeated warmly, then reached out and gave my arm a little squeeze, like we were old sorority sisters instead of complete strangers.

I blinked.

Okay. Personal-space violation, aisle one.

I took a subtle step back, trying to play it cool while my brain caught up with the unexpected contact.

Then I turned to greet her companion and was hit with a look so cold it could’ve flash-frozen the room.

If Evelyn was a cozy fireplace in a ski lodge, this guy was the glacier outside.

"This is my fiancé, Vance," she said cheerfully.

"Nice to meet you," I offered politely.

Vance gave what might’ve been a nod--or maybe a neck twitch--then turned and walked off without a word.

Classic aristocratic energy: speak only when absolutely necessary, and even then, preferably not.

Well then.

What had I done to piss off His Royal Highness in the first three seconds?

Evelyn draped an arm around my shoulders, bending down to my height.

"Don’t mind him," she stage-whispered. "Vance is always like that."

"The Alpha isn’t home," I said, keeping it neutral. "Have you contacted him?"

I already knew the answer. If they had, Sebastian would’ve warned me.

"We were having dinner nearby and figured we’d drop in," Evelyn said breezily. "Haven’t had a chance to let him know yet."

"I see."

I led her to the living room, where Vance sat perched on the edge of the sofa like he was auditioning for a royal oil painting, posture stiff, expression thunderous.

Evelyn, meanwhile, beamed like human sunshine.

Talk about opposites attracting.

This was the North Pole dating the Sahara.

I nearly choked on my hot chocolate. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I sat frozen, mug halfway to my lips.

Was this normal for them? Or just... aristocratic emotional warfare?

The sound of the front door opening cut through my confusion.

Sebastian had returned.

"Sebas!" Vance practically launched himself across the room.

Meanwhile, Evelyn didn’t so much as twitch. She stayed put, offering a lazy little wave like royalty acknowledging a loyal subject.

Sebastian, rain-damp and breathtakingly composed, handed his jacket to Sawyer, greeted everyone with a nod, and then--his gaze paused on me. Just for a second.

Vance leaned in close, whispering something with the urgency of someone reporting a national emergency.

"Let’s talk in my study," Sebastian said, calm as ever.

"Yes. Absolutely," Vance said, already falling in step behind him without hesitation.

That look in his eyes...

It wasn’t just admiration. It was full-blown, laser-focused adoration.

Watching him trail after Sebastian was like watching a cat hear a tuna can being cracked open. Good lord.

So Evelyn was supposed to be "the one who got away"?

From where I was sitting, it looked a hell of a lot more like Sebastian was the one Vance had never stopped chasing.

I glanced around--Evelyn was calmly sipping her drink, Sawyer was dutifully drying the jacket like a valet, and Tang hadn’t looked up from whatever boss fight he was losing.

Was I the only one picking up on this?

Was my emotional radar on overdrive, or were they all just spectacularly oblivious?

Apparently, my face gave me away, because Evelyn tilted her head, concern flickering in her eyes.

"Cece, are you feeling okay? You look a little pale."

"No, I’m fine," I said quickly.

"Is it about tomorrow?" she asked. "Worried Sebastian might get hurt?"

I blinked. "Hurt?"

She smiled, like she was trying to be reassuring. "Don’t worry. We’re going with him."

My stomach dropped.

Wait...what danger?