Counterback of the Despised Luna

Chapter 55 My Call

Finished

“Enough!” 1 interrupted Queenie, my voice firm and unyielding. “Rosaline and Ryan are only friends. Stop making baseless accusations.

Despite my words, an image surfaced in my mind–Rosaline at the bar, her voice carrying through the air as she sang for Ryan. It was a memory 1 hadn’t wanted, yet it lingered.

1 clenched my jaw, tension rippling through me. No one spoke, the weight of my frustration silencing the room. Without another glance. I walked back to my office. Yet as I sat at my desk, I couldn’t concentrate.

The thought of Rosaline and Ryan together refused to leave me alone,

I turned to the papers before me, flipping through them aimlessly. The words blurred together, refusing to form in my mind.

A knock sounded at the door, breaking the cycle of my thoughts. Beta Yale stepped inside, a file in his hands. “Mr. Holbrook, I need your signature on this.”

I took the file, signed where needed, and handed it back. As Yale turned to leave, I spoke without thinking. “Yale, if a woman doesn’t think much of a man, why would that be?”

He stopped, clearly taken aback. Turning slowly, he gave me a questioning look. “What are you getting at,

I repeated the question, this time with more resolve. Yale paused, then tilted his head in thought.

“I’m not sure who you’re talking about, but maybe she doesn’t think the man is good enough for her.”

His answer hit harder than I expected, leaving a strange unease in its wake.

“Leave,” I said, dismissing him.

Yale exited without another word, and I leaned back in my chair, his words replaying in my mind.

Rosaline doesn’t think I’m good enough?

How could she possibly see me that way?

The thought gnawed at me, persistent and maddening. I couldn’t let it rest.

the phone, I dialed

voice came through,

I said, then hung up before she could respond.

Rosaline’s POV:

couldn’t figure out what Caden wanted

be calling me in for the smallest reasons, as though he needed an excuse

to the 18th floor and

55 My

in, his clear voice rang

Finished

Caden was seated at his desk, his jacket draped over the sofa like an

hint at the strength beneath. His striking features made him look like he’d stepped out of a painting, his sharp jawline catching

His eyes were fixed on the screen as his hand moved swiftly over the keyboard.

I stood frozen, staring. It was no wonder people

his injured hand, he’d

curved faintly, his tone calm but teasing

my cheeks. I cleared my throat and looked

afternoon?” he asked, finally pausing. He leaned back in his chair. crossing one leg over the

His interest in this project puzzled me.

planning something I didn’t

he said, his

meeting focused on next steps. I’m organizing the

leave, but his

“What is it?”

-What

his bandaged hand slightly. “You forgot the scar

caught off guard. “You

one who saved your life, I think

a frustrated groan. The heir to the Eclipse Pack couldn’t even manage applying a bit

that his hand had already healed, leaving no sign of the original injury.

all his pride, could be

shooting him an annoyed look. “I’ll do it. Where’s the

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