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

I refill your drink?” she asked, holding a jug

my glass was nearly empty,

I casually took a few sips.

to chat, and I gradually finished my

dulling my senses, I didn’t

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

What’s happening?!

bell rang in my mind. Could it

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I looked towards the waitress who had refilled my

I

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

quickly stood and left.

waitress immediately came over, offering her arm. “Ms. Sinclair, are you feeling unwell? Let

a measured look and

me to the lounge on

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

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

… it was

way before, the last time someone drugged me at

have spiked my drink!

hot, 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 possibly laced with wolfsbane, otherwise,

would’ve sensed it.

Jasper’s POV:

abruptly, her rosy cheeks indicating something was

approached. “Mr. Sullivan, Ms. Sinclair said

followed the waitress

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