Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 50 Healing His Wounds

Caden’s POV:

A chill ran through my hand.

Finished

I looked at the woman before me, diligently wrapping my wound, and it felt as though the pain had faded

away.

Rosaline’s technique was so precise. Could she have a background in medicine?

What other surprises does this woman have up her sleeve?

Rosaline gently blew on the injury, her voice soft as she said, “It might sting a little, just try to hold on.”

The warmth from her breath brushed against my hand, causing a light, tingling sensation that was oddly soothing.

I found myself wanting to reach out and take her hand.

However, Rosaline must have thought I was frustrated by the pain, because she quickly pressed my hand down, saying, “Don’t move, it’ll be over in a moment.”

The warmth from her touch spread through me, and I murmured, “Thank you, Rosie.”

Rosaline looked up, her expression one of shock and disbelief as she stared at me.

“Why… are you calling me that?” she asked, pulling back slightly.

I suddenly realized that this was the first time I had ever referred to her like that.

“Have we really never crossed paths before?” I asked once more.

At that moment, something about Rosaline felt familiar reminding me of a girl from the depths of my memories–Tessa.

now, her soft forehead and

familiar scent hovered just beneath

Rosaline’s POV:

and instinctively, I

keep asking

we have met

rubbed my temples, trying to think back, but I couldn’t recall any trace of Caden in

first time I saw him was just two weeks

had been no connection between us.

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50 Healing His Wounds

Frostmoore. How could we have met?”

his voice carrying a hint of disappointment.

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# Finished

need to finish bandaging you,”

his wounds.

there was no further bleeding. Packing up the first aid kit,

his eyes slightly. “Do you know how

nodded confidently. “Not a problem.

gas pedal with ease and steered

the passenger seat, suddenly broke the silence. “I

all. Honestly, you didn’t need to step in and defend me against her. I can handle

gave me that familiar, searching look again before asking abruptly, “Rosaline,

pulled back, my words caught

instinctively prepared to counter Stella earlier, perhaps a trace of

hunting with my grandfather and the others in Frostmoore since I was little. Someone like Stella doesn’t pose a real

to me.

let out a soft

he didn’t press the matter further, and before long, we arrived at the hospital.

and as I’d