Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0224

“Abby? What’s going on? Shouldn’t you be at the studio?” I ask, blinking in confusion. Did I sleep

through the whole day or something? Did I miss the cook-off?

She pushes past me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe like a worried mother as she makes her

way into my apartment. “Karl, you’re not sick, are you? Please, for the love of god, tell me you’re not

sick.”

I close the door behind her, my brows knitting in confusion. “Sick? No, I’m just a bit hungover, but other

than that, I’m fine. Why? What are you doing here?”

“You’re sure you’re not sick?” Abby presses, leaning in, her eyes still wide but now tinged with a sliver RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

of hope.

I throw my hands up in the air. “Would I lie about that? No, I’m not sick, just hungover, Abby. Now will

you tell me why you’re here looking like the world’s about to end when you’re supposed to be heading

to the competition?”

She sighs, the tension leaving her shoulders, but only for a second. “Karl, both John and Anton have

food poisoning. They can’t even stand, let alone be my sous chefs for the cook-off today!”

I stare at her, my eyes wide with shock. “Food poisoning? From where?”

“Most likely from that seafood dish we had at the party last night,” Abby responds, her voice tinged with

a mix of worry and annoyance. “You didn’t eat it, did you?”

I shake my head. I don’t like seafood very much, so I avoided it.

Abby huffs. “Can you believe it? Of all the days for something like this to happen!”

I look at her, then glance over at my reflection in the mirror hanging on my wall. I look like a disheveled

mess, not at all like the Alpha I’m supposed to be. “What can I do, Abby?” I find myself asking, my gaze

sliding back to her.

Abby looks me dead in the eyes, her gaze piercing. “I need a sous chef, Karl. And you’re the only one I

can think of who might be able to help me out. So, please, will you be my sous chef today?”

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Abby

Karl’s eyes go wide as I drop my bomb on him.

“So, please, will you be my sous chef today?” I ask, the question hanging in the air.

There’s a long moment of silence, filled only by the sound of my heart pounding out of my chest, before

Karl finally speaks.

“No. Absolutely not. I’m sorry, Abby.”

My jaw drops. All at once, I feel like I’m about to scream and cry and throw up. Karl was my last viable

option. I can’t show up to the competition without a sous chef, and I can’t pull out of the competition,

either.

“But… Why?” I ask, my voice trembling.

Karl sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Look, Abby, I really would love to, but… I just can’t. I’m

not suitable in the kitchen, not like that. I’d just ruin your chances of winning.”

He grimaces, crossing his arms. “It’s not about being good at things, Abby. It’s about being good at the

right things. I don't think I’d be any help to you in the kitchen, especially not to that capacity.”

“But, Karl, I’m desperate here. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. You know how much this

competition means to me.” My eyes plead with him, taking in the stubble on his jaw, the dark circles

under his eyes.

I flinch at his words, but then come up with an idea. “Okay, so put on a disguise! Wear a hat,

sunglasses, whatever it takes! Wear that blue surgical mask again, just like you did yesterday!”

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He snorts. “A disguise? Really, Abby? You want me to wear a disguise on live television?”

“You’re missing the point,” I snap, my hands clenched in frustration. “Trust me, we could make it work. I

need you.”