Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 187

Cecilia

“Mr. Locke?”

My voice came out as a shocked whisper.

What on earth was Zane Locke doing at my parents’ doorstep at this hour?

Considering my mother’s earlier comments about my relationship with Sebastian… God, please don’t let this be some bizarre soap opera twist where they had a past.

No, that was impossible. My parents had been devoted to each other for decades.

There couldn’t be some ridiculous former flame situation happening here.

Zane’s eyes brightened when he saw me, joy spreading across his features in a way that made me instantly uncomfortable.

‘Ms. Moore! What a pleasure to see you again,” he said with surprising warmth.

I managed a polite smile while mentally screaming: *You showed up at MY house-how could we NOT see each other?

“Mr. Locke,” I said carefully. “What brings you here today?”

“Oh, I wanted to visit your mother. After our last meeting, remembered quite a bit from the past. Suzanne used to-”

“My mother’s name is Esther,” I corrected him, unable to hide my confusion.

Zane looked embarrassed. “Right, Esther. My apologies-age does terrible things to one’s memory.”

I studied him with growing suspicion.

A man who couldn’t even remember my mother’s name clearly didn’t have her on his mind much.

So why would he track down our home after all these years?

From inside, I heard footsteps approaching.

Mom appeared in the doorway, her face freezing in shock.

…Mr. Locke!” Her voice had that high-pitched quality it only got when she was truly blindsided.

“Esther, I was in the neighborhood and heard you lived here. Thought I’d stop by,” Zane said smoothly, offering a gift bag he’d been holding Mom looked like she might hyperventilate. Dad was out, leaving her to handle whatever this situation was alone.

But handle it she did, accepting the gift with a polite smile that looked Like it had been rehearsed in front of a mirror. “How thoughtful. Please, come in.”

She glanced at me with meaning painted all over her face.

“Cecilia, you’ll be late for work. You should get going.” Me:And leave you alone with him? Not happening.

“I told my boss I’d be late this morning,” I said, casually sliding onto the arm of the couch like I had all the time in the world.

“Don’t be silly,” she said tightly. “You really should go.”

Which only made me want to stay more. If she wanted me gone that badly, something was definitely off.

I pulled out my phone and called Sebastian.

“Sebastian, I’m running late this morning. Unplanned visit at my mom’s place.”

There was a pause.

“Visitor?” His voice sharpened immediately. “Simon Foster again?”

I winced. “No. Not him.”

“Then who?”

That Alpha edge slipped into his voice, coiled and quiet.

“Mr. Locke,” I finally said, keeping my voice casual.

“Tell me.”

Sebastian went silent for two beats. “..Who?”

“Zane Locke,” I repeated, enunciating more clearly.

I could practically hear Sebastian’s brow furrowing through the phone.

“He’s there for you?”

1 didn’t want to explain my suspicions about my mother and Zane potentially having some history. After weighing my options, I settled for: “He’s an old acquaintance of my parents.”

This “acquaintance” could mean anything-friends, former colleagues.

Though given Zane Locke’s status and social circle compared to my parents’ modest teaching careers, any connection between them seemed highly implausible.

Sebastian clearly caught my deliberate vagueness but didn’t push. “l understand. Take your time.”

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