Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 74

Cecilia

I closed the door behind me with a soft click, my heartbeat quickening. approached the large bed, stopping about three feet away, trying my best to appear professionally concerned. “How is your wound, Alpha Sebastian?”

But my question hung in the air, unanswered.

I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do next.

Alpha Sebastian was reading a book, his dark lashes lowered, head bent slightly.

From the moment I knocked until now, he hadn’t even glanced up to acknowledge my presence.

About a minute passed in uncomfortable silence.

Finally, his long, pale fingers turned a page with deliberate slowness-the movement oddly graceful-before he spoke. “Cecilia, don’t you think your concern comes rather late?” His voice filled the quiet room-cool, distant, with an edge of mockery.

My smile, already stiff, froze completely on my face.

[Definitely not good.]

I gave a polite smile, keeping my tone light.

SI actually wanted to stop by earlier, but there were too many people around the hospital.

I didn’t want to start. rumors.”

“Rumors?”

Alpha Sebastian finally looked up, and when his eyes locked on mine, I forgot how to breathe for a second.

He tilted his head slightly, voice smooth as silk but sharp beneath the surface.

“What makes you think anyone would care enough to gossip just because you happened to show up where I was?”

My smile faltered.

He’d done the same thing at the golf course, accusing me of dressing to catch attention, when it was clear whose attention he couldn’t stop giving.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, feeling as though they’d been set on fire. The humiliation was so intense I could barely breathe.

“..” Words failed me. The lump in my throat was painful, but I couldn’t argue with him.

“I’m sorry. I overthought things. It won’t happen again.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your reading. I’ll leave now.”

I stumbled out of the room in my mortification, nearly hitting the doorframe on my way out.

Sebastian

The front door clicked shut behind her, and silence settled back over the penthouse like a heavy fog

stared at the door for a long moment, my book forgotten in my lap.

Eventually, I closed it and tossed it aside, leaning back against the headboard.

A sigh escaped me as I rubbed my temples.

Pathetic.

I had taken a knife for her, and now I was pushing her away with words sharper than any blade. Why? Because I didn’t know what to do with how I felt.

Somewhere deep down, I’d hoped she would stay anyway.

I was still sitting there, lost in thought, when Liam entered with the dinner.

His voice came through the door crack,casual but pointed.

“Her eyes were red when she left.”

My hand froze midair, the spoon I’d just picked up hovering above the bowl.

He set another dish in front of me. “I think she might’ve gone home to cry.”

*set the spoon down slowly. “Are you trying to make me feel guilty?”

Liam offered a neutral shrug. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Alpha Sebastian. I just find it strange

-you took a knife for her, but tonight, you made her cry and walk away.” I didn’t answer.

picked up the spoon again, stirred the soup, then stopped. Tried again. Stopped again.

“Did she really cry?” I finally asked, my voice lower than I meant it to be.

Liam didn’t look up. “Why don’t you go downstairs and find out?”

“Your nagging is unbelievably annoying,” I muttered, shooing Liam out of the room.

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