Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Counterback of the Despised Luna

Chapter 104 Tessa Is Afraid of the Dark

The number of people who knew about the design wasn’t too many,

90%1

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From Sabrina in the design department to Bruce and his assistant from Montagne, the photographer for the ad shoot, the spokesperson, and even some senior executives in the company, all of them had seen the prototype of the jewelry,

In other words, any one of them could have leaked the idea.

After hanging up the phone, I turned to Caden. “Who do you think leaked it?”

Caden replied calmly, “I’ve already had Yale look into it. We should have results soon.”

I nodded, not pressing the matter further.

After finishing the dinner that Caden had brought for me, I was about to continue working, but Caden insisted on taking me home.

“You haven’t been getting enough rest lately. You need to go home and get some sleep.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

I had no choice but to follow him. If I refuse, I know Caden won’t leave either.

He just sat beside me, watching, making it impossible for me to focus on my work.

I quickly packed up and followed Caden out of the office.

As we stepped into the elevator, I pressed the button for the basement. Suddenly, the lights above flickered and made a strange buzzing noise. After a few moments, the elevator was engulfed in complete darkness.

“Aaaah!” I couldn’t help but let out a startled cry.

of the dark since I was

it. The moment the lights went out in the elevator, that sudden surge of fear swept over

my

but the pain in my head intensified,

soothing

felt his arm around my shoulders, his warmth easing my fear. Gradually, the overwhelming sense of panic began to fade

into his embrace, feeling an overwhelming

took a few deep breaths to calm myself, then

said, pulling out his phone

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now?” I pressed closer to his shoulder, my voice filled

think we’ll be stuck

Caden’s POV

so fragile, so dependent, that my

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seeing this softer, more vulnerable side of her

Rosaline–gentle, tender, almost pitiable–made me hold her

hand,

the faint scent of her perfume, and that familiar sensation washed over me, bringing with it a rush of

Could they

give me

respond, Rosaline tilted her head up,

voice, “I’ll call the building

“Okay,” she whispered.

the sounds of workers arriving reached our ears, and

sharp click, the lights turned back on, and

alright?” I glanced down at

face turned crimson as she looked at

how tightly she had been holding me, her

released her grip, her voice soft as she spoke. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid