Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 27

Cecilia

“Ive already called a taxi,” I said, surprised by Liam’s sudden appearance.

“You can cancel it.” Liam stepped out of the car with a friendly smile, taking my luggage and placing it in the trunk before I could protest:

If he hadn’t been driving such a luxurious vehicle, passersby might have thought I was being mugged.

Liam opened the rear door for me with practiced courtesy. “Come on, don’t be shy. It’s on our way.”

His enthusiasm made me feel awkward-having someone of his position open a door for me felt improper. Still, it would be rude to refuse such hospitality. I thanked him and slid Into the backseat.

That’s when i saw him-Sebastian sitting on the other side.

He wasn’t dressed formally-no tie, no jacket. Just a light blue shirt, black trousers, and polished shoes. Understated, but sharp.

His cufflinks caught the morning light filtering through the window, gleaming like silver shards. The pale glow cast across his shirt made him look almost unreal-cool, composed, distant. adjusted the hem of my trench coat, trying to ignore the way my pulse stuttered in his presence.

“Good morning,” I offered, keeping my tone steady.

We sat far enough apart that nothing could be misconstrued-no accidental contact, no false familiarity. Still, I felt the space between us tighten with unspoken tension.

He gave a slight nod.

Polite. Dismissive. Effortless.

I pressed my lips together, swallowing the flicker of embarrassment that rose in my chest.

Of course. The warm, humble demeanor was just a mask he wore in public. Cold detachment was his true nature.

And why not?

He was born into power. Raised among wolves who ruled by silence and bloodlines. He didn’t need charm. He had legacy.

The car started moving again, merging into traffic.

I sat there, looking down at my phone, first canceling my rides.

“Going on a trip?”

A low, clear voice reached my ears.

I turned my head instinctively, answering without thinking, “Yes.”

“Where to?”

“Iceland.”

He was asking such detailed questions. Strange-Alphas didn’t usually waste time with small talk. Maybe he was just bored.

expected Sebastian to drop the conversation there, but he added, “That’s quite far.”

“..Ah, yes, it is rather distant,” I agreed, nodding.

“Was this trip planned in advance or decided on the spur of the moment?” Sebastian asked casually, his tone suddenly more approachable.

1 answered naturally, “Of course it was planned-”

Halfway through, I abruptly stopped, suddenly remembering I’d recently asked him for a job… A woman who had long-planned travel asking for employment…

My expression turned awkward as I silently prayed he wouldn’t remember.

But the friendly demeanor dissipating from his face told me he had remembered!

No! He’d set a trap for me to fall into!

in this moment of intense awkwardness,Beta Sawyer, sitting in the front passenger seat,

• poured fuel on the fire: “So Cecilia, have you abandoned your job application?”

“.!!”

I wanted to disappear. Crawling under the leather seat felt like a valid option.

Embarrassed, and a little stung, I said quietly, “I was going to cancel the trip if the job application was successful, but since Alpha Sebastian rejected me…”

It was the truth. I needed the space. But if I’d been hired, I would’ve rearranged everything. Easily.

“What if I’ve changed my mind?”

Sebastian’s voice was calm, composed. But his gaze was sharp, unreadable.

My breath hitched. “You mean… I’ve been hired?”

My voice sounded breathless and disbelieving even to my own ears.

Now? While I was en route to a flight?

He didn’t answer. But the corner of his mouth lifted in a subtle, playful smile.

“Weren’t you going on a trip?”

1 blinked. The implication hit me a beat later.

But I haven’t gone yet!!

Why hadn’t I thought of this? I was traveling with an Alpha heir!

Sebastian glanced at me. “Cecilia, you’re quite resourceful.”

Cecilia: “.

Author

Xavier scoured the airport but found no trace of Cecilia. He couldn’t locate her boarding information either, leading him to believe she had changed her mind and left the airport.

He never considered the truth-That she was already in the air, miles above him, seated aboard Sebastian’s private jet.

The cabin was quiet and spacious, designed more like a floating lounge than a plane.

The air was crisp, infused with a subtle, clean fragrance that clung to the senses.

Every surface gleamed, every detail whispered wealth and control.

As the plane lifted into the clouds, a rush of weightlessness pressed against Cecilia’s chest-a physical echo of the emotional shift within her.

She leaned toward the window, gazing down at the terminal below, imagining Xavier’s current state-frantic, enraged, veins bulging, looking murderous… She smiled briefly before her expression turned distant…

Once the plane leveled, flight attendants moved with silent precision, laying out a sumptuous breakfast.

Cecilia’s appetite was poor; she ate very little.

Her appetite had vanished somewhere between relief and uncertainty.

She sat back, spine straight, hands resting in her lap.

Her eyes drifted to the clouds outside-white, endless, untouchable.

But peace remained just out of reach.

“Cecilia.”

Sebastian’s voice cut through the hush-cool, composed, calm.

But not unfeeling.

She turned slightly, pulled from her thoughts like a thread unraveling.

If you’re going to carry this uncertainty with you,” he said, “perhaps we should reconsider your employment altogether.”