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, "Why don't you

to his usual self-but she didn't dwell

right

he'd put his usual mask back on: gentle, polite, but always holding the world at

as soon as

she was just a kid, he didn't pull

tugging him again. But no matter how hard she tried,

her hair with

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

one day be the most powerful businessman in Crestwood, so she forced herself

you become the one lecturing

ever called him irresponsible before- especially

a glare.