Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 170

Cecilia

I stared at Sebastian’s ” injured” wrist with disbelief.

This man was truly something else.

As if reading my thoughts, he leaned in, his voice a rumbling reminder.

“This was Alpha Xavier’s doing.”

His lowered gaze carried just enough wounded pride to trigger my guilt.

“I could take you to urgent care,” I offered quickly. “They’ve got great anti-inflammatory gels and proper wraps.”

Sebastian shot me a look that made my suggestion instantly ridiculous.

He extended his wrist toward me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“The person responsible for the injury should be the one to treat it.” A nervous laugh escaped me. ” I’m not refusing responsibility! It’s just that I’m not qualified. I thought medical professionals would-”

Under his intense stare, my words died in my throat. ” If you don’t mind amateur care, I could… maybe… grab an ice pack from my freezer?” The corners of his mouth curved with amusement. “Your place or mine?”

I fell silent, weighing my limited options.

“Or perhaps…” he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending electricity down my spine, ” we could go to your parents’ house?

Weren’t you planning to visit them?”

The warmth of his breath against my ear short-circuited my reasoning.

“Let’s… just go upstairs,” I managed, escaping his deliberate seduction by unfastening my seatbelt and practically tumbling out of the car.

Sebastian appeared beside me instantly, scooping me into his arms before I could put weight on my injured ankle.

“Moving that fast?Training for the Olympics?” he quipped, holding me firmly against his chest.

I decided silence was my best defense.

Inside the elevator, he demonstrated exaggerated politeness. ” You choose. Whichever floor you prefer.” I mentally rolled my eyes. I pressed 13.

Going to the penthouse meant risking Liam’s presence, and if Sebastian had certain intentions… or worse, if I couldn’t resist those intentions… Better to limit potential witnesses.

I pretended to be engrossed in my phone, tapping and scrolling to avoid his gaze.

Once inside the apartment, he headed straight for the bedroom.

Wait. This was moving too fast!

“I need to get that ice pack!” I blurted out, a flimsy attempt to break the tension.

“I’Il handle it,” he replied, not moving an inch. His voice dropped, a low vibration that seeped into my bones. ” Didn’t you say I was good at everything?”

The question hung in the air, a direct challenge.

Heat flooded my chest and face under his molten gaze.

He didn’t wait for an answer, instead sweeping me into his arms and depositing me gently on the bed.

“I’ll get the ice pack,” he stated, turning toward the door.

The mundane words, spoken after that charged silence, broke something in me. ” You’re actually getting it?” The idiotic question was out before I could cage it.

He was back in an instant, caging me with his presence as he leaned down, his face inches from mine.

“What were you expecting, Cecilia?” His tone was deceptively light,-but his eyes were a hunter’s. ”

motives?”

“Just go,” I managed, twisting away from the hook of his gaze.

He left, and I collapsed into the mattress.

He was a male siren, designed to seduce me.

As I lay there imagining his return, the scent of garlic and herbs wafted into the room, followed by the siren himself.

“Dinner’s ready,” he announced from the doorway.

…Dinner?

What dinner?What about the ice pack?

When he approached, my heartbeat accelerated. When he bent down, my breathing hitched. And then… he simply lifted me and carried me to the dining area, where actual, steaming food awaited. a You… made this?” I gestured at the meal, then at him, my confusion evident. ” I thought you were getting an ice pack.”

Sebastian took his seat, smirking. ” A man can multitask. I conjured this by magic while the ice was freezing.”

“You can cook?”

“Of course not.” His smile was light. ” Alphas like me typically can’t tell sugar from salt. It took tremendous effort to overcome such a mortal challenge.”

1 picked up my fork, the decent food doing little to clear my bewilderment. Sebastian, detecting it, offered, ” Cecilia, there are cooking tutorials online. I’m a quick learner. Don’t overthink it.”

“That’s impressive,” I admitted.

His smile turned playful. ” As you said, I’m good at everything.”

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