Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 53 Not Happening

“You want me… to feed you?”

“Didn’t you say you owed me for saving your life?” Caden smirked as he fixed his eyes on me.

I didn’t know what to say.

It had been a joke, but somehow, he’d taken it seriously.

I glanced at the cut on his hand and sighed, feeling cornered. “Alright

He was impossible to shake off.

# Finished

But before I could even pick up the fork, his expression shifted. His gaze turned sharp as he reached out and took it from me. A faint smile played on his lips. “I was kidding. I can manage on my own.”

I rolled my eyes. This guy, always so detached and proper, suddenly decided to crack a joke?

Caden ate the noodles slowly, his movements deliberate. Once finished, he dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “Not bad. Especially the sauce.”

“Glad you liked it.” I stood, ready to clear the table.

“Leave it. The housekeeper can handle it tomorrow,” he said, pressing his fingers to his temples. I’m worn our”

“Then I’ll help you to your room. After everything tonight–cooking, arguing, and now this–I was just as tired. All I wanted was to crash.

Tomorrow wasn’t going to wait for me, and there was plenty to get done.

“Fine,” he said, his tone quiet, almost detached.

As usual, he leaned on me while I half–dragged him down the hall. When we reached the bathroom, he came to an abrupt stop. “I need a shower,” he said flatly.

tell me you expect me to help

the corner of

a wave of relief wash over me. For a second, I really thought he’d

ready, I dropped onto the couch, waiting for

on the couch, planning to ask Caden about sleeping arrangements when he came

with me.

again, sunlight streamed through the windows.

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Not Happening

first floor. Don’t rush to work–I’ve already called

took me by surprise,

Finished

fact that he hadn’t woken me or done anything questionable–and even thought to cover me with a blanket spoke

was. She said he’d already left for the office early that morning.

had. Even with an injured hand, he never slowed

to work.

lingered over breakfast, savoring the rare chance to take it easy, then called for a cab

up my computer and dove straight into the spreadsheets I hadn’t managed to finish the

of work had me focused until the buzzing of

glanced at the screen. It was Bruce. “Hello?” I answered, keeping my

Fire‘ series–when’s the launch? We need to confirm

works,” I replied after glancing at my screen. If I kept up the pace. I’d be able to wrap up the spreadsheets and prepare a

said

three, Bruce arrived at Eclipse Group

and practiced. “Mr. Collins, I’ve prepared the production plan for the Ice and

said, following me.

the conference room, and I had just opened my laptop when hurried footsteps echoed in

door flew open with

commotion, everyone turned to look at