Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0361

“Abby, that’s not healthy,” Karl chides, although his voice holds no real heat. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I lie, just wanting to change the subject. “Tell me about the interviews. Did you hire

someone?”

Karl’s voice brightens a bit as he responds. “Yes, actually. Her name is Sarah, and she seems very

capable. I think she’ll be a great addition to the team. Maybe I actually have a chance at winning this.”

“You’ve always had a chance,” I say. “But I’m happy for you, Karl. I hope she’s a good asset for you.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Karl finally speaks again. “No more deflecting. How are you

really feeling?”

I hesitate for a moment, debating whether to share my current state of mind. But then I decide to be

honest with him. It’s no use to lie; he can always tell. He’s always been that way. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“I’m just a little freaked out,” I admit with a wry chuckle. “The reporters and police outside are making it

impossible for me to sleep. It feels like I’m under constant surveillance, and it’s really getting to me.”

Karl’s voice softens with concern. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks gently.

I appreciate his offer, but I also don’t want to burden him with my problems. He’s already done so much

for me in the grand scheme of things, between the restaurant, the cook-off, and now this.

“I’ll be fine,” I assure him. I glance around at my dark kitchen, at the brewing pot of coffee and the white

glare of camera lights seeping through the curtains.

“You sure?” he asks.

I can’t help but sigh. “I could use some distraction, I guess,” I admit. “Could you talk to me for a while?

Maybe until I feel tired enough to finally get some sleep?”

“Of course,” Karl says without hesitation. “You know I’m here for you.”

I climb back into bed, holding the phone to my ear, and we begin to talk about anything and everything.

Before I know it, it’s been more than half an hour.

It’s amazing how easy it is to lose track of time when you’re so engrossed in conversation with

someone you care about. We discuss our favorite movies, childhood memories, and even share a few

embarrassing stories.

As we talk, I can’t help but feel a warmth spreading through me, a sense of comfort that I’ve been

missing in the chaos of the past few days. Karl’s laughter is infectious, and I find myself laughing along

with him, feeling like a lovestruck teenager.

Eventually, as the conversation starts to wind down, Karl speaks up. “Abby, I am worried about you,” he

says. “Maybe you should come here after all.”

I consider his offer carefully. The idea of escaping this chaos and being with Karl is incredibly tempting,

but I also don’t want to interfere with his election preparations. “Karl, as much as I’d love to, I don’t want

to get in the way of your campaign. You need to focus on that right now.”

“But Abby—”

“No,” I insist. “Really, Karl, I’m fine here.”

“I will.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I reply with a chuckle of my own. “Thanks for talking to me.”

“Anytime. Goodnight, Abby.” Draмaոovеls.cом

“Goodnight.”

But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact that I wish he was right here, next to me.