Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355 Crybaby

LUNA

I felt tears prick in my eyes before I could even stop them. It was really the old sign. My name, the one my dad painted in his crooked handwriting when he first opened the place. The edges were chipped, and the red had faded a little, but it was still mine.

“How…” My voice cracked halfway through the word. “How did you even find this?”

I turned to him, eyes wide, heart thudding painfully against my ribs. “It must’ve been trashed somewhere or sold off. Queenie hated this sign-she said it looked too plain and old- fashioned. She probably threw it out years ago.”

He watched me quietly before finally saying, “I didn’t do it on my own.”

I was still too overwhelmed to make sense of anything.

He rubbed the back of his neck, appearing embarrassed. “So don’t feel too touched.”

That made me laugh softly through my tears. “But you still did it,” I said, stepping closer to him.

He sighed, long and deep, but there was the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Before I could speak again, he opened his arms in a wordless gesture, and that was all it took. I didn’t hesitate. I went straight into his chest, burying my face against him as the tears finally spilled over.

All the emotions I’d been holding back came crashing down at once.

I cried in his neck, clutching at his shirt, my voice muffled against his skin. “I can’t believe this. It’s really mine again.”

His hand came up to my back, tracing gentle circles. “You really are a baby,” he murmured. “You’ve got so many tears left in you.”

I sniffed and managed to glare weakly through my tears. “You’re just old.”

He clicked his tongue. “Old, huh?”

He started to pull away, but I tightened my arms around him, refusing to let go. “I’m kidding,” I said quickly. “You’re still as handsome as ever.”

That made him pause.

I leaned back just enough to see his face, and to my absolute delight, I caught a glimpse of pink on his cheeks.

Was Abel blushing?

A laugh bubbled

up from my throat before I could stop it.

“I can’t believe this,” I whispered again, shaking my head. He held my face in both hands then, his thumbs brushing away the tears that just wouldn’t stop falling.

“Why are you still crying?” he asked quietly.

“Because,” I said, “you did so much for me.”

His expression softened. He didn’t answer and just kept wiping my cheeks until I finally calmed down. That was when a voice suddenly broke through the moment.

“Are you guys done?”

I turned toward the sound, startled.

Standing by the entrance was Marcel, grinning like she’d just caught us in the middle of something scandalous.

“Marcel?” I gasped, stepping back slightly.

She wasn’t alone.

Behind her stood Tony, the original chef of the diner, and behind him were more familiar faces. The waitresses who’d worked here before Queenie and Princess took over. The people who made the diner alive.

“Tony?” I whispered, my voice breaking.

He grinned widely, eyes crinkling the same way they always did. “Welcome back, boss.”

That was all it took. My tears started again, but this time they weren’t from sadness-they were from pure joy.

“Welcome to your diner, Luna,” Marcel said, stepping forward with her arms wide open. “It’s all yours again.”

We were now inside the diner, feasting on the food that Tony had cooked for all the new and original staff. The diner was filled with joy as people mingled and caught up with life. I was eating the heavenly pancakes when Abel’s phone rang.

“I’m going to take this,” he muttered.

I turned to him and nodded, my checks still full.

The moment Abel stepped out to take the call, Marcel and Tony took the opportunity to sit

next to me.

“He’s so attentive,” she said dreamily, biting into a waffle. “Like, I’ve never seen a man that observant before. He notices every single thing you do.”

Tony nodded, arms crossed. “That guy’s got a good head on his shoulders. I feel bad not being able to help you when things went south, Luna,” he said. “I’m happy to finally see you get everything you deserve.”

His words hit me like a soft punch to the chest. Everything I deserved. The words felt foreign. For years, I’d accepted the opposite. Yet here I was, sitting in my old diner again, the place that had once been the core of my parents’ legacy.

I blinked back the sudden sting in my eyes and turned to Marcel instead. “You actually knew?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

She smirked. “Yup. He’s been calling me and Tony nonstop these past weeks. He covers every detail. Where did the old furniture come from? Who had the original sign?”

“I kept it,” Tony smiled. “I always thought it was too good to throw away.”

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