The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 70

Everyone could tell Citrine really meant to leave this time, and a ripple of anxiety swept through the room.

"Citrine, wait-don't go yet." Sawyer suddenly stood up and blocked her path.

He looked at her and said, "I had the kitchen put together a whole spread of your favorite dishes tonight. It's been ages since we've all sat down as a family." By the end, a note of wounded pride crept into his voice.

Citrine paused.

She collected herself, then walked straight over to the empty seat beside Sawyer and sat down, never once sparing a glance for anyone else at the table.

Honestly, she hadn't eaten yet, and after all the trouble the Iversons went through to lure her here, she was curious to see what their real motive was.

Might as well watch a circus-she'd just sit back and let herself be entertained.

"Here, Citrine, have some fish. I remember you loved it when you were little." Sawyer speared a piece and reached over, about to place it in her bowl.

But in the next instant, Citrine simply moved her bowl aside.

fish fell unceremoniously onto

the Iversons were

final authority in the family; no one ever dared defy him. Especially Citrine-she'd always been the most obedient. No one expected her to

voice was hurt, his gaze

who loves fish, not me." Citrine

a sweet and sour rib.

with a faint, sardonic smile. "Mr. Iverson,

midair. He racked his brain for what Citrine liked, but after a long, uncomfortable pause, realized all he could remember were Jeanette's

the serving

right, then. What do you want?" Citrine's tone

of them anymore; her attention shifted to the food

dishes. Citrine genuinely liked

Sawyer, still

How amusing.

help but

disgusting," she said with a biting