Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 182

Cecilia

Back at the apartment building.

I decisively pressed both the 13th floor and penthouse buttons.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “…You’re not inviting me to your place?” I looked at him with the sweetest smile I could muster. “Not tonight.

You have a video conference. Focus on your work.”

Sebastian frowned slightly. “If I’m working, shouldn’t my secretary be working overtime too? Come to my study tonight.”

I just stared at him.

When we reached the 13th floor, I stepped out, blocking Sebastian from following. “I’ll come up later. You go ahead first.”

Sebastian stood in the elevator with an amused smirk. “I don’t think my secretary will dare show up.”

My smile felt fake even to me.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, I rushed into my apartment.

Go to the penthouse? He might not need sleep, but I certainly did.

I collapsed onto my couch, holding my aching lower back.

My back was killing me…

I threw together a quick meal, ate it, then went to soak in the bath.

Halfway through my soak, my phone pinged

Opening it, I saw a friend request: “This is Amara.” I shot upright in the water. Amara…!

The rumored ex who had this tumultuous on-and-off relationship with Sebastian.

Supposedly our Singapore trip was because of her, though i didn’t know if those rumors were true.

Sebastian might have been cold and cruel to her, but her obsession with him was very real-l’d witnessed it firsthand.

I’d almost forgotten about her since our last encounter. Why was she suddenly adding me?

I had an ominous feeling. Nevertheless, I accepted the friend request.

A moment later, Amara’s message appeared: Hello, Ms. Moore.

I replied: Hetlo, Ms. Amara.

Amara: I’m returning to the States next Wednesday.

I froze.

My thoughts reeled violently, as if my soul had been yanked from my body.

After a long pause, I replied with two simple words: Welcome back.

Her purpose couldn’t have been more obvious-specifically adding me, then announcing her return date.

Vaguely, I recalled Sebastian’s sister’s warning this morning about overhearing their mother talking to “you know who” on the phone.

Could that “you know who” be… Amara?

Lost in thought, my phone slipped into the water, instantly submerged /beneath flower petals and bubbles.

I quickly fished it out, but the screen had already gone black. Dead on arrival.

I blinked. Eeeling numb.

The next morning.

After breakfast, I went to deal with the aftermath of last night’s phone fiasco.

New phone: check.

Then came the second stop-my parents’ house.

I’d left my car there last night, and figured I might as well say hi while I was at’it. A little emotional reset wouldn’t hurt.

In the taxi, just as I powered on the new phone, Sebastian’s name lit up the screen.

“Hello,” I answered, keeping my tone even.

“You weren’t home. And your phone was off?”

His voice came through cool and probing-the kind of calm that wasn’t really calm.

I leaned back, watching the city blur past. “Took a bath. Dropped my phone in the water. It died a dramatic death.”

He paused. “How careless of you.”

rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t planned. Accidents happen.”

“Are you coming back home after that?”

“I’m stopping by my parents’ to get my car, then heading straight to the office,” I said.

When he didn’t reply, I added-softer, unintentionally-“See you at work.

Bye.”

The words lingered longer than they should have. Like an echo of something still warm.

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