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.

piece of fish fell unceremoniously

rest of the Iversons were stunned

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

Sawyer's voice was hurt, his

not me."

a sweet and sour rib. "Citrine, surely you'll like

hand, meeting his gaze with a faint, sardonic smile. "Mr. Iverson, have you forgotten? I've never

froze midair. He racked his brain for what Citrine liked, but after a long, uncomfortable pause, realized all

the serving tongs

you want?"

be bothered to look at any of them anymore; her

dishes. Citrine genuinely liked

got together." Sawyer, still carrying the guilt of having wronged Citrine

How amusing.

but let

she