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 waitress

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

my glass was nearly empty, I nodded.

my drink, I casually took a

and producers came over to chat, and I

because the cold dulling my senses, I didn’t notice anything unusual about the drink.

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

What’s happening?!

warning bell rang in my mind. Could it be a fever?

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it were a fever, why would my body be

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who had refilled my drink. She quickly averted her gaze, avoiding cye contact.

I suspected…

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

I quickly

her arm. “Ms. Sinclair, are you feeling

her a measured look

to the lounge

she said, helping me to the couch before leaving the room.

her, I narrowed my eyes, feeling increasingly

… it was

last time someone drugged me at a

must have spiked

Caden, but it was nowhere to

potent, almost undetectable, and possibly laced with

would’ve sensed it.

Jasper’s POV:

had left abruptly, her rosy cheeks indicating something was

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

Without hesitation, I followed the waitress to the

entered, I saw Rosaline on the couch, tugging