Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 219 She Can Do It

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“Rosaline? Do you really think she can handle this? Eleanor’s voice was sharp, dripping with skepticism.

I couldn’t help but smile, my expression cold. “You make it sound like you can do a better job than me.” Eleanor’s face twitched, her anger barely concealed.

I met her gaze, undeterred. “You questioned Hughie’s abilities earlier, but now look at the results–he’s already shown he can help Richard”

“Maybe Hughie can, but that doesn’t mean you can,” Queenie interjected, stepping forward. She shot me a glare. “Do you even know what you’re doing? Seems like you’re just trying to impress Caden.”

Hughie’s patience finally wore thin. “Rosaline, this is getting out of hand. I’m leaving

Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room.

I rushed after him. “Hughie, wait, let me walk you out.”

He paused for a moment, turning to meet my eyes. “It’s alright. Just take care of yourself, Rosaline.”

And then, he was gone.

The room fell into an uneasy silence.

But I wasn’t surprised by his sudden departure. Hughie always made decisions quickly. I watched him leave, letting out a quiet sigh.

If it weren’t for Richard’s condition, I would never have brought Hughie into this mess–especially with Eleanor constantly doubting him.

I felt a pang of guilt for dragging him into this.

What really caught me off guard, though, was how he had passed on the witch’s stone incantation to me.

I was still processing the gravity of it when Caden’s voice broke through, low and uncertain. 1 he… did he really leave us?”

his concerned gaze. “Yeah, Hughie’s gone.

since his condition was partly my fault. I was

I said, my eyes briefly meeting Heidi’s, who still

Caden offered his

I replied, my brow furrowing slightly. “I’m fine on my own.” I turned and made my

entrance, a sleek black Bentley pulled up, stopping right

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and graceful. With a polite nod,

how tired I truly was. His

smile playing at the corners of my lips as I opened the car door and slid into

I asked, turning to Jasper, the hum

his hand brushing against mine as he fastened my seatbelt. “She went back to the

I murmured, offering him little more

the accelerator, and with a smooth motion, the car began its

Caden’s POV:

drawn immediately to Rosaline, a smile lighting up

felt moments earlier, from hearing about my grandfather’s improvement, quickly slipped away, replaced by a dull weight in my chest. Something stirred within me, something I couldn’t

laced with curiosity. “Caden, what

I muttered, pulling my gaze away from

onto her lips.

I interrupted,

but there was a mischievous glint in her

have things to do. I’ll have the driver take you,” I said, turning my head

“Caden, what’s going on? I can

go home, Tessa.” I

up.‘