RedNovelCounterback of the Despised Luna Chapter 55 My Call Finished "Enough!" 1 interrupted Queenie, my voice firm and unyielding. "Rosaline and Ryan are only friends. Stop making baseless accusations.
Despite my words, an image surfaced in my mind-Rosaline at the bar, her voice carrying through the air as she sang for Ryan. It was a memory 1 hadn't wanted, yet it lingered.
1 clenched my jaw, tension rippling through me. No one spoke, the weight of my frustration silencing the room. Without another glance. I walked back to my office. Yet as I sat at my desk, I couldn't concentrate.
The thought of Rosaline and Ryan together refused to leavealone, I turned to the papers before me, flipping through them aimlessly. The words blurred together, refusing to form in my mind.
A knock sounded at the door, breaking the cycle of my thoughts. Beta Yale stepped inside, a file in his hands. "Mr. Holbrook, I need your signature on this." I took the file, signed where needed, and handed it back. As Yale turned to leave, I spoke without thinking. "Yale, if a woman doesn't think much of a man, why would that be?" He stopped, clearly taken aback. Turning slowly, he gavea questioning look. "What are you getting at, I repeated the question, this twith more resolve. Yale paused, then tilted his head in thought.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm not sure who you're talking about, but maybe she doesn't think the man is good enough for her." His answer hit harder than I expected, leaving a strange unease in its wake.
"Leave," I said, dismissing him.
Yale exited without another word, and I leaned back in my chair, his words replaying in my mind.
Rosaline doesn't think I'm good enough? How could she possibly seethat way? The thought gnawed at me, persistent and maddening. I couldn't let it rest.
Reaching for the phone, I dialed her extension.
Her voice cthrough, steady and composed.
"Cto my office," I said, then hung up before she could respond.
Rosaline's POV: I couldn't figure out what Caden wanted this time.
Lately, he seemed to be callingin for the smallest reasons, as though he needed an excuse to see me.
I rode the elevator up to the 18th floor and walked directly to his office.
Chapter 55 My Call "Cin, his clear voice rang out.
Finished Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. Caden was seated at his desk, his jacket draped over the sofa like an afterthought He wore a simple white shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing just enough of his cheut to hint at the strength beneath. His striking features made him look like he'd stepped out of a painting, his sharp jawline catching the light.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe didn't glance up. His eyes were fixed on the screen as his hand moved swiftly over the keyboard.
For a moment, I stood frozen, staring. It was no wonder people said he was a perfectionist.
Even with his injured hand, he'd chosen work over rest.
"See something you like?" His lips curved faintly, his tone calm but teasing A flush of heat rose to my cheeks. I cleared my throat and looked away. I didn't realize I'd been staring "Why did you call me?" "Did you meet with Fostrau's reps this afternoon?” he asked, finally pausing. He leaned back in his chair. crossing one leg over the other in a way that seemed both natural and practiced.
"Yes," I said. His interest in this project puzzled me.
Was he planning something I didn't know about? "I want specifics," he said, his gaze sharp and unwavering I steadied myself, forcing my voice to remain calm. “The meeting focused on next steps. I'm organizing the notes now and will send you a full update soon. If that's all, I'll get started." I turned, ready to leave, but his voice stopped me. "Wait.” "What is it?" -What He raised his bandaged hand slightly. "You forgot the scar cream." I stared, caught off guard. "You can do that yourself." Caden's lips thinned into a firm line before he spoke. “As the one who saved your life, I think it's only fair that you handle this." 1 bit back a frustrated groan. The heir to the Eclipse Pack couldn't even manage applying a bit of ointment? What made it worse was that his hand had already healed, leaving no sign of the original injury.
Caden, in all his pride, could be impossibly stubborn.
"Fine," I said, shooting him an annoyed look. "I'll do it. Where's the ointment?"
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