Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Counterback of the Despised Luna

Chapter 320 Unexpected Twist at the Banquet (Part Two)

Rosaline’s POV:

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I found the banquet hall and walked in. The sight of several large tables crowded with dozens of cheerful people from our film crew, all laughing and enjoying themselves, was heartwarming.

As soon as they saw me, everyone paused to greet me.

“Good evening, Ms. Sinclair!”

“Please, continue,” I said, giving them a polite smile.

Gordon stood up and called out loudly, “Ms. Sinclair, over here!”

I walked over and saw that the only available seat was next to Jasper.

I sat down. “Sorry I’m late. Something came up.”

Gordon laughed good–naturedly. “Not at all, Ms. Sinclair. We’re honored to have you join us.”

I smiled and took a deep breath, trying to ease the lingering congestion in my nose.

Jasper immediately noticed and asked with concern, “Rosaline, are you okay?”

“I have a little cold,” I answered calmly.

“Are you sure you’re alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were feeling unwell,” Jasper said, sounding a bit guilty.

“It’s nothing, just a slight cold,” I replied lightly.

Jasper looked at me, a bit of sadness in his eyes. Now that my scenes were done, we wouldn’t see each other every day anymore.

Such a devoted man.

about to say something, a werewolf

your drink?” she asked, holding a jug of juice

was nearly empty,

drink, I casually took a few

over to chat,

dulling my senses, I

everyone left, I remained at the table, suddenly feeling a wave of heat

What’s happening?!

my mind. Could it be

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would my body be reacting this

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refilled my

as I

people at the table and said, “I’m feeling a bit tired. I’ll go rest

that, I quickly stood

“Ms. Sinclair, are you feeling

measured look

to the lounge on

here, and I’ll get you some hot water,” she said, helping me to the couch before leaving the room.

she closed the door behind her, I narrowed my eyes, feeling increasingly

… it was all too

had felt this way before, the last time

waitress must have spiked my

for my phone to call Caden, but it was nowhere to be found. That waitress must have stolen it to

almost undetectable,

would’ve sensed it.

Jasper’s POV:

her rosy cheeks indicating

check on her when a werewolf waitress approached. “Mr. Sullivan, Ms. Sinclair said

Without hesitation, I followed the

I entered, I saw Rosaline on the couch, tugging at her clothes. Her neckline slipped, revealing her delicate, pale