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

the lights went out in

hugged my knees, shaking

the pain in my head intensified, making it impossible to

soothing

shoulders, his warmth easing my fear. Gradually, the overwhelming

I couldn’t help but lean into his embrace,

few deep breaths to calm

probably just an elevator malfunction,” Caden said, pulling out his phone to shine a light around, his brow furrowed in concern.

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

we’ll be stuck here all night, do

Caden’s POV

so fragile, so dependent, that

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seeing this softer, more vulnerable side of her stirred something deep

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

to my hand,

familiar sensation washed over me, bringing with it a rush of emotion

they be different

me the

respond, Rosaline tilted her head

voice, “I’ll call the

“Okay,” she whispered.

hand tightly as we waited. Less than ten minutes later, the sounds of workers arriving

back on, and the elevator was

I glanced down at Rosaline in

crimson as she looked

tightly she had been holding me, her arms wrapped around

grip, her voice soft as she