The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 92

Although they'd only met a handful of times, Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at himself for looking so pitiful.

Citrine, walking ahead, heard his stifled chuckle and stopped in her tracks.

"What's so funny?" she asked, turning to Sebastian with a puzzled expression.

"You look kind of cute when you're annoyed," Sebastian replied, and for reasons he couldn't explain, he felt unexpectedly cheerful.

"I'm not annoyed," Citrine mumbled, her voice shrinking as she remembered her own reaction just moments ago. She sounded less sure of herself.

Sebastian grinned, teasing, "Really? You had me scared for a second there."

Citrine, taking his words at face value, grew a little embarrassed.

But after a moment's thought, she decided she hadn't done anything wrong. She shifted the blame right back to him. "Well, I don't usually act like that. You were just being impossible."

"Alright, alright, it's my fault," Sebastian said, still amused. Somehow, the burns stinging his arm and stomach didn't hurt quite as much anymore.

enough, they arrived

female doctor immediately noticed the angry red

a specific burn ointment. The doctor

your stuff, young lady. That ointment's a specialty-we have it

just heard about it from

thought: Of course it works—it's from my

to leave, the doctor called after them. Citrine turned and met

up-that ointment stings when you put it on. Be gentle with

Sebastian's ears instantly

to protest, but Citrine beat him to it. "He's

steady, her face impassive, as if she were making a

together, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes

mistake, I'm so sorry," the doctor apologized, looking genuinely surprised —and just a little regretful—that

they'd bought the ointment, Citrine grabbed Sebastian by the

neither of them mentioned what had just

for a while, then found a quiet bench tucked away