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.

for the right words

talk about this? We’re just

voice thick with urgency. “But Caden doesn’t deserve you. He

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stepped closer, his hands finding my shoulders as his

can promise you, I’ll be a thousand times better than Caden.

don’t do this,” I said,

love. I thought Caden would be the one to love you, to give you happiness. But that’s

that he’s found her, we can see he treats her like a queen.

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Chapter 220 Another Confession

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me harder than I expected, sinking deep into my chest. I couldn’t even bring myself to respond right away. The weight of his words, of

my expression, Jasper frowned. “I

Finished

I lifted my eyes to meet his. “You have to get this into your

love Caden?” he asked quietly, his eyes dimming with a hint of

stood motionless, my mind racing as I shook my head. “It has

seemed lost in thought,

was quiet as I made my way to my apartment. I pulled my

it behind me,

large hand shot out, stopping the door from closing, and a

“Who’s there?” I

out a low grunt, his

That voice…

soft glow from the window, his

in a perfectly tailored black suit that seemed to blend with

precision, each line and contour a testament to some divine craftsmanship–noble, striking, and

and unreadable, narrowed as they locked onto mine,

Caden?!