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.

to say something, a werewolf

your drink?” she asked, holding

my glass was nearly empty, I nodded.

refilled my drink, I casually

directors and producers came over to chat, and I

senses, I didn’t notice anything unusual about

I remained at the table, suddenly feeling a wave of heat wash over me. My body

What’s happening?!

bell rang in my mind. Could it

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a fever, why would my body be reacting this way?

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eyes, I looked towards the waitress who had refilled my drink. She quickly averted her gaze, avoiding

as I suspected…

around at the people at the table and said, “I’m feeling

I quickly

over, offering her arm. “Ms. Sinclair, are you feeling unwell?

measured look and

me to the lounge on

hot water,” she said, helping

her, I narrowed my eyes,

… it was all too

way before, the last time someone

must have spiked

I tugged at my collar and reached for my phone to call Caden, but it was nowhere to be found. That waitress must have stolen it to prevent me from calling for help.

the drug was potent, almost undetectable, and

would’ve sensed it.

Jasper’s POV:

abruptly, her rosy cheeks indicating something was

on her when a werewolf waitress approached. “Mr. Sullivan, Ms. Sinclair said she wasn’t feeling well and hoped you could check on

I followed the waitress

entered, I saw Rosaline on the couch, tugging at her