Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable-Chapter 367 Just a Vacation Home, Right ?

Cecilia ’s pov

The rain still hadn’t let up.

If anything, it hit harder now that we were out from under the pines.

They’d acted like a roof, and the second we left their cover, it felt like the storm doubled down.

What should’ve been a forty-minute ride turned into a miserable, hour-and-a-half crawl.

Then we saw it.

Gold. Actual gold.

Tall golden gates creaked open like they’d been waiting for us.

Past them sat a massive estate, wrapped in mist and wildflowers like it had been plucked out of a wedding planner’s Pinterest board.

It was painted navy and ivory. Picture-perfect. The kind of place you’d see in a luxury home magazine.

Beautiful, sure. But fake. Staged. Like someone built it to impress, not to live in.

My jaw clicked. I stared out the window. "You own that ? Here ? In Colorado Springs ?"

Sebastian didn’t even blink. He turned toward me, calm and smug like he’d been waiting for the question.

"Welcome to my grandmother’s house."

What.

I sat up straighter. My whole spine locked. "Your what ?!"

I reached for the door handle. "Stop the car. I’m serious. Pull over. I need a hotel. Right now."

The driver didn’t react. He just kept driving, like ignoring my meltdown was part of the job.

Then the rain stopped.

Sunlight broke through the clouds like it had something to prove.

And there it was. A rainbow. Bright, dramatic, and way too proud of itself, hanging over the house like it was here for the show.

Traitor sky.

I pressed my forehead to the window, mentally drafting my escape plan.

Sebastian, naturally, noticed.

"It’s just my grandmother," he said, voice maddeningly calm.

"She’s your grandmother, Sebastian. I’m in wet jeans and a hoodie. That’s barely acceptable for takeout, let alone meeting a matriarch."

I took a deep breath. "Honestly, I should go visit my own family. Same storm, less pressure. My grandma bakes cookies. Yours runs political fundraisers in heels."

He turned slightly. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Ms. Moore. This isn’t a vacation."

Oh, we’re back to ‘Ms. Moore’ now ? Fantastic.

I gave a dry laugh.

"Right. Corporate field trip. Martha Locke’s birthday plus handpicked mates on display. I’m just the intern who thought she was off-duty."

"Actually, no," he said, voice steady, like this was already decided.

"We’re here to finalize the Cloud Valley contract. Sawyer’s buried in three deals, and you’re back on call. Your time off ended the second we passed those gates."

I clenched my jaw. "You’re serious. You’re seriously putting me back on the clock ?"

"Technically, you were never off. You’re still on assignment. I don’t recall signing a leave request."

Oh, excellent. Bureaucratic gaslighting. Fun.

"Cool," I said, voice ice. "You want work mode ? Great. But I call boundaries. And I reject whatever sleeping arrangement you’ve orchestrated."

"Accommodation is free," he said, too fast, too smug. "Saves the Pack budget."

I nearly growled. "I’ll pay out of pocket."

"What a shame." He leaned in slightly. "Unfortunately, my people care about optics. You walking out would look... unprofessional."

His voice wasn’t loud or angry. Just calm. Certain. Like gravity pulling you whether you like it or not.

"I’m done. I quit."

"Nope." He didn’t even blink. "Not an option."

"You don’t get to decide that! What are you, King of the Universe ?"

"I’m your boss ," he said calmly. "And the files you’re holding ? Classified. Walk off with them, and that’s theft."

"I swear..." I bit it back before I said something that might cost me employment... or bail."Those notes are mine. My research. My work."

"And I trust you," he said, maddeningly serene. "But you’re not leaving. Not tonight."

I didn’t even realize the car had stopped until the silence wrapped around me like a trap.

He didn’t move. Just stared, steady and unreadable.

That quiet kind of dominance that didn’t need volume. Just presence.

Then he did something unexpected.

He placed a hand over mine.

"We’re still doing ‘you’ and ‘me’ ?" he murmured. "When did we go back to that ?"

I stared down at our hands like they belonged to strangers.

Slowly, I pulled away. "We never stopped. You just forgot."

Silence stretched between us, taut and quiet.

Then he exhaled and looked toward the house. "She’s waiting."

I frowned. "Who ?"

He nodded toward the massive oak double doors.

I followed his gaze and groaned.

A woman stood on the wet slate steps. Long beige dress, high neckline, soft waves cascading over her shoulders.

She looked like someone straight out of a fancy home magazine, .

That’s when it hit me.

"My cousin’s wife. "

And now he was dragging me up there like we were... a couple.

I spun toward him, furious. "You handle the family reunion. I’m calling a rideshare."

"Just one night."

His voice was low, almost like he was pleading.

I hesitated. Not because I agreed. But because storming off through a rain-drenched garden in muddy boots wasn’t exactly the power move I wanted to make.

And... he wasn’t wrong. If I left, he’d follow. And things would get messy.

"One night," I snapped.

But he smiled, just a flicker. "Thank you, Cece."

"Don’t thank me yet," I muttered. "If this is work again, then it’s Ms. Moore."

"Understood," he said smoothly, way too compliant. "Appreciate your cooperation, Ms. Moore."

The car door opened. Sebastian moved like he might offer a hand.

I pretended not to notice and stepped out on my own, tugging Harper with me.

We reached the top step.

The woman smiled. Warm. Measured. Too warm.

"Sebastian," she said softly.

"Daisy." He nodded politely.

Then her gaze landed on us.

On me.

Not in passing. Not politely.

She looked. Too long.

I smiled. "Good evening."

Harper, Tang, and Sawyer followed with polite nods. "Evening." "Ma’am." "Nice to meet you."

Daisy blinked, then let out a soft laugh.

"Well. Aren’t you all so well-trained."

Sebastian turned slightly. "She’s my..."

He didn’t finish.

"Secretary," I said smoothly, stepping in without looking at him.

Sebastian didn’t argue.

Daisy turned toward the house. "Come on in, I’ll take you upstairs. It’s been ages since you visited. Everyone’s been asking about you."

She walked ahead, talking like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"I changed the sheets in your room. Dark neutrals, just the way you like them."

"That wasn’t necessary," Sebastian said.

"Don’t be silly. You barely come home as it is."

Her voice was soft. Everything about her was calm and polished.

"Your brother got your message. He wanted to wait for you, but something blew up on the West Coast project. He had to leave. Your grandparents are at the lake house. They won’t be back for a few days. And your uncle’s still locked in his studio. Still pretending sunlight is toxic."

As she spoke, she reached up and casually brushed a raindrop off Sebastian’s shoulder.

Nobody said anything.

Behind them, I lifted an eyebrow. Just a little.