Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 189

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Just minutes ago, Sebastian had been plating eggs like some domestic demigod-calm, focused, the kind of man who knew exactly how you liked your coffee and made it without asking.

Now?

That softness vanished.

His whole demeanor shifted-posture straightening, jaw locking, eyes sharpening into something that could cut straight through steel.

Whatever warmth he’d worn like a second skin peeled away in an instant, replaced by the kind of cold that made you hesitate before standing too close.

His gaze flicked to the door.

Whoever was on the other side was about to get frostbitten.

‘I get it,” he said, already moving across the apartment with the lethal grace of someone who didn’t knock twice.

As he passed by his hand landed on her lower back in a gesture so casual, so proprietary, it made Cecilia’s breath catch.

It wasn’t meant for comfort. It was possession, plain and simple.

“Go get ready,” he said over his shoulder. “I’ll handle this.”

She didn’t argue. Didn’t want to.

“Fine. All yours.” She turned on her heel’ and disappeared into the bedroom.

They both knew who it probably was.

Amara.

She’d likely cornered Liam or Sawyer with some carefully crafted excuse, twisting their guilt just enough to get what she wanted

That was the thing about Amara-she didn’t need force. Just suggestion, and a very specific kind of sadness.

Sebastian opened the door.

And sure enough-there she was.

Amara stood in the hallway, anxiety wrapped in designer clothing.

Her eyes lit up for half a second-hopeful, too hopeful.

But the second she saw who had opened the door, that flicker of hope crumpled like wet paper.

Beside her stood Liam, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

She’d been asking around all morning, trying to confirm where Sebastian had gone.

Eventually, she’d insisted on coming down herself, convinced she could fix things.

Liam had given in, hoping maybe the truth-seeing Sebastian with someone else-would finally break her out of whatever spell she was ander.

“Sebastian,” Amara said softly, forcing a smile so fragile it looked like it might snap in half.

He didn’t return it.

“Did you need something?”

“I came to invite Cecilia to breakfast,” she said, trying to sound composed. “There are some work matters I wanted to go over with her.” Sebastian barely blinked. “She just woke up and doesn’t have time for breakfast with you.As for work-talk to whoever dragged you back here.” And before she could form a reply, he shut the door.

Firm. Final.

Cecilia

I finished washing up, brushing my teeth, changing clothes, and applying makeup before emerging from my bedroom.

In the dining room, Sebastian was eating breakfast with deliberate slowness.

No sign of anyone else in the apartment.

I exhaled in relief.

This whole arrangement had started to feel like a never-ending off-Broadway production.

Morning shows. Evening shows. Improv in between.

It was exhausting.

I sat down to eat.

Sebastian noticed I didn’t ask who had come by, focused entirely on my breakfast instead

He smiled slightly. “Our Secretary Moore is too non-confrontational.”

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