Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 238

Cecilia’s pov

Nine o’clock position.

There she was.

The Japanese mogul’s wife was waving at me with an elegant, humble smile.

The exact same woman who had knocked on our door earlier–the one

I’d seen fall past our window.

A chill trickled down my spine like ice water.

“Y-you, I-look, look…”I frantically tugged at Sebastian’s arm, my words tripping over each other.

He turned to me instantly, eyes scanning my face. “What’s wrong with your mouth? Did you bite your tongue?” I jerked my chin toward the woman, eyes wide.

Jan’t you see her?!

Sebastian followed my gaze, gave a calm nod and a polite smile, then turned back to me. “I see her. What about it?”

Was he being… too calm? Was I overreacting, or was he underreacting?

My pulse thudded in my ears. “That woman…wasn’t she already..” | gestured downward in a slow arc, mimicking a fall.

Sebastian’s brows pulled together.

After a pause, he said lightly, “You’re imagining things.”

Imagining? No way.

Using his arm as a screen, I cautiously peeked around him again.

My stomach dropped.

Had I really been wrong?

No. I’d memorized that smile. That face. I wasn’t wrong.

Sebastian, noticing my look, gently covered my eyes and turned my face back to him.

“Enough staring. Like I said, the energy in this place is off. Nothing unusual should surprise us anymore.”

Off? That wasn’t just energy–it was spectral and deeply wrong.

I wasn’t ready to hallucinate alone. I needed backup.

“Sebastian, you saw her too, didn’t you? Just admit it!” I pulled his hand away, eyes searching his face.

If I was losing my mind, 1 wasn’t going down alone.

Sebastian looked down at me, solemn. “Yes. I saw it. Absolutely terrifying. My legs are shaking.”

” I knew it!” I blurted. “There’s no way I was the only one seeing ghosts!” Tang and Sawyer, who’d clearly been eavesdropping, finally spoke up.

“Ghosts?” Sawyer asked, his voice low and serious. “What ghosts?”

Tang, who had been leaning against the wall like nothing could bother him, suddenly perked up.

“Wait. Ghosts? Are we talking European phantoms? Japanese yurel?

Or like, vengeful brides in white?”

His eyes lit up like he’d just found a whole new season of his favorite horror show.

I blinked, unsure where to even start.

“Didn’t you hear that thud earlier?” I asked.

Both of them shook their heads.

Their expressions turned uneasy. Not skeptical–unnerved.

“I was in the bathroom the whole time. Didn’t hear anything,” Tang said lazily.

Sawyer stumbled over his words. “Uh, I… I mean, I didn’t notice anything.”

I glanced between the two of them, suspicion rising.

My gaze settled on Tang: “You didn’t…” I shifted my eyes to Sawyer.

“You didn’t do anything to him, did you?” Tang blinked. Sawyer turned bright red.

“Excuse me?!! Sawyer snapped. “What the hell do you mean do anything’? We’re both straight, alright? We handled it. Separately. Like adults.”

He made a vague, unfortunate gesture with one hand.

Sebastian frowned and smacked him lightly on the forehead. “Why not shout it louder? Maybe broadcast it over the PA system.”

Sawyer opened his mouth, then closed it. One glance from Sebastian and he deflated completely.

I winced in sympathy.

“Okay, sorry. I misjudged. It sounds like Tang still had some sense of restraint.”

Sawyer looked emotionally concussed.

Tang, however, wasn’t having it.

Cecilia, it’s not about restraint. We’re both men. Would you have jumped Evelyn if the roles were reversed?” hesitated. “Of course not.”

“Exactly. So I wouldn’t have jumped Sawyer either. We’re grown men.

We can handle ourselves.”

Before he could elaborate further, Sebastian flicked him in the forehead with surgical precision.

Tang clutched his skull like a wounded soldier.

“Self-control,” I said dryly. “So inspiring.”

A few feet away, I noticed Evelyn and Vance exchange a look.

Then they both looked away, like they’d timed it.

Evelyn turned back a moment later, stepping toward Vance with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Sweetheart,” she said, voice like a blade wrapped in silk, “why couldn’t you stick to the straight male coping mechanism? Oh, right–you were curious about the other side.”

She gave him a light smack on the ass, more mocking than affectionate.

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