Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Bump in the Road

Chapter 199 Bump in the Road

Cecilia’s pov

I barely made it to work the next morning.

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My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache, and I had the grace of a baby deer learning to walk on ice.

Who knew so much pleasure could leave you worn out by a night of relentless passion?

Even my emergency concealer couldn’t hide the faint mark on my collarbone.

I dabbed at it while silently cursing whoever invented white office blouses.

By the time I reached my desk, I needed caffeine, a chiropractor, and possibly an alibi.

Just after noon, determined to avoid a repeat of yesterday’s soap-opera-worthy ambush, I stationed myself in the company lobby.

Better to intercept the drama at the door than let it ride the elevator up.

Consequently, employees returning from lunch or coming in from outside were treated to an unexpected spectacle–me and Amara, walking out together, smiling and chatting like sorority sisters reunited at alumni weekend.

We looked so cordial, we were practically one step away from linking arms and declaring

ourselves besties.

The office gossip circuit was going to have a field day.

Brenda from Accounting would combust.

I drove us to an upscale shopping center where luxury brands clustered together in a clean, curated temple of capitalism. If you couldn’t find it here, it probably didn’t exist.

“Miss Moore, shall we have lunch first?” Amara suggested, her tone smooth as silk.

“Sure,” I replied calmly. “There’s a New Mexican place upstairs. Their green chile enchiladas come with a heat warning. Think you can handle it?”

Something in my voice must have triggered her competitive streak.

“Of course I can,” she said quickly.

I’d only meant it as teasing, but her defensiveness amused me. Fine then. Game on.

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chapter 199 Bungs in the Road

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I led her to the restaurant and, perhaps letting my mischievous side take the reins, ordered several dishes slathered in roasted green chile and red chile so hot they came with disclaimers and extra napkins.

Amara kept drinking water throughout the meal, her lips and eyelids visibly swelling from the spice.

By the time we reached the third plate of fire-roasted chile stew, she looked like she’d tried to snort a jalapeño on a dare.

Toward the end of our meal, I noticed her angling her phone-taking photos of the food, of me, of herself. Then came the furious typing.

I didn’t need a decoder ring to guess what that was about.

If I had to place a bet, I’d say she was texting Sebastian’s parents-probably Luna Reginal herself with a breathless report about my latest “attempt on her life via chile peppers.”

Today, culinary sabotage. Tomorrow? Maybe I’d push her down a flight of stairs.

At this rate, I was becoming a full-time villain in her personal soap opera.

Let her text. I wasn’t here to play nice, and I definitely wasn’t here to play dumb.

I kept my expression serene,

“Are you finished eating, Miss Amara?” I asked politely, ignoring the weaponized text campaign happening across the table.

Amara put her phone down. “Yes, the food was quite good.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Though you might want to be careful with those sausage lips of yours… roasted chile clearly isn’t your thing.”

Amara pulled out a compact mirror, tapping her swollen mouth with a puff like a wounded

diva.

As we stepped out of the restaurant and prepared to work our way through the mall, I froze.

There she was.

The woman Xavier had dragged back to our apartment that night–and then promptly abandoned like a takeout container he lost interest in.

The same woman who kept shadowing me and Sebastian with the stubborn determination of a toddler chasing a balloon.

Chapter 199 Bump in the Road

And walking right beside her?Someone infinitely more chilling: Mrs. Locke.

Cici’s aunt. Mr. Zane’s second wife.

A woman with the eyes of a hawk and the emotional range of a granite countertop.

I hadn’t expected to run into them here.

Amara noticed my gaze locked on the approaching pair.

“Do you know them, Miss Moore?”

“Not really,” I replied curtly, already calculating the odds of avoiding them entirely.

But luck wasn’t on my side.

Mrs. Locke and her daughter had already spotted me.

“Bad lady!” Mrs. Locke’s daughter chirped, pouting dramatically in my direction.

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Ever since I’d gently pulled her away from Sebastian during a previous encounter, she’d cast me as the villain in her Disney movie.

Mrs. Locke, never one to miss a stage cue, leaned into the theatrics.

“Do you know this lady, Xenia?”

“Yes! Bad lady!” Xenia repeated, louder this time.

I was fully prepared to keep descending and let the awkwardness slide into oblivion.

But Amara-clearly sniffing out the potential for chaos like a bloodhound at a drama convention-not only slowed down but turned to engage.

“What do you mean, ‘Bad lady’? Our Miss Moore is a wonderful person. You shouldn’t say such things.”

Oh, for God’s sake.

She was stirring the pot with the subtlety of a soup ladle.

Someone was clearly desperate to collect a headline-worthy soundbite for the office.

grapevine.

I turned back toward Mrs. Locke and her daughter, pasting on a smile that didn’t reach my

eyes.

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