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.

arrived at the

female doctor immediately noticed the

and named a specific burn ointment. The doctor quickly

with praise. "You certainly know your stuff, young lady. That ointment's a specialty-we have it shipped in from out of town, costs a small fortune, but it works wonders. You won't find it at just

"I just heard about

Of course it works—it's

doctor called after them. Citrine

up-that ointment stings when you put it

"boyfriend," Sebastian's ears instantly flushed

Citrine beat him to it. "He's not my boyfriend," she

if she were making a solemn

lips together, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes before he could hide

apologized, looking genuinely surprised —and just a little regretful—that these two attractive

Sebastian by the arm

mentioned

found a quiet bench tucked away