The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 91

Cool water trickled down Sebastian's stomach, making his whole body tense up in an instant.

He opened his mouth to stop Citrine, but she pulled her hand back before he could say a word, leaving him with a strange, indescribable sense of loss.

"Come with me to the kitchen," she said, grabbing his uninjured hand and tugging him along before he could protest.

"Hurry. You need to get that burn under cold water," Citrine insisted. She turned on the faucet, lifted his arm, and held the burned patch under the running water. Only when she was sure enough time had passed did she let go.

"I saw you burned your stomach. Are you sure you didn't get burned anywhere else?" Citrine asked, her fingertip gently tapping the red mark as she studied it seriously.

Sebastian's face turned scarlet, though he wasn't even sure why. "No, it's-It's nothing. I'm fine, really. I can handle it myself," he stammered.

Citrine just looked at him with that calm, unfazed expression of hers, while Sebastian silently cursed himself for being ridiculous.

and muttered,

was acting a little odd-actually, kind of cute compared to his usual self-but

quickly ran some cold water over his stomach to wash the burn. He didn't go out right

his usual mask back on: gentle, polite, but always

to the hospital," Citrine said as soon as she saw him, reaching for his

kid, he didn't pull away. Instead,

to see a doctor," Citrine insisted, tugging

ruffled her hair with a laugh. "Don't

about work! Can't you be a little more sensible?" Her voice rose involuntarily. She was usually easygoing, but something about his stubbornness made

that this man would one day be the most powerful businessman in Crestwood, so she forced herself

when did you become the one

had ever called him irresponsible

shot him a glare. "You deserved