Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 220 Another Confession

Rosaline’s POV:

I jolted awake, my heart pounding.

The first thing that came into view was Jasper’s familiar, handsome face, drawing nearer to mine.

“Jasper, what are you doing?” I gasped, quickly pulling back, a wave of panic rushing through me.

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Jasper blinked, his expression snapping from dazed to embarrassed. He quickly straightened himself in the seat. “Rosaline, we’re here.”

I glanced out the window, then nodded in quiet acknowledgment. “Thanks for the ride.”

I got out of the car and headed toward home. As I took my first few steps, I heard his voice, deep and quiet, calling after me.

“Rosaline…”

I paused, turning slowly. “What do you need?”

Jasper approached, stopping right in front of me. He looked at me with a seriousness I hadn’t seen before. “Rosaline, will you give me a chance? Will you go out with me?”

Go out with him?

The words hit me like a cold gust of wind. Didn’t I already make it clear to him?

Hadn’t I told him there was nothing between us?

I thought he’d moved on.

But it was clear now–he hadn’t.

the right words to

didn’t we already talk about this? We’re

Caden doesn’t deserve you. He hurt you,

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finding my shoulders as his gaze

take care of you. Let me protect you. I can promise you, I’ll be

chest tighten. “Jasper, please don’t do this,” I said,

you told me you found true love. I thought Caden would be the one to love you, to give you happiness. But that’s not how things

engagement because he thought she was gone. But now— now that he’s found her, we can

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Chapter 220 Another Confession

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even bring myself to respond right away. The weight of his words, of

expression, Jasper frowned. “I know I shouldn’t have said that,

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I lifted my eyes to meet his.

because you still love Caden?” he asked quietly, his eyes dimming with a

stood motionless, my mind racing as I shook

glance at Jasper, who seemed lost in thought, I

I pulled my keys from my bag, the metal cold against my fingers, and

behind me, a

the door from closing, and a figure

heart racing. “Who’s there?” I

a low grunt,

That voice…

the window, his

intensity, dressed in a perfectly tailored

precision, each line and contour a

eyes, dark and unreadable, narrowed as they locked onto mine,

Caden?!