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

doctor immediately noticed the angry red mark on Sebastian's

The doctor quickly fetched

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

modestly. "I just heard about it from

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

leave, the doctor called after them.

stings when you put it on. Be gentle

"boyfriend," Sebastian's

beat him to it. "He's not

her face impassive, as if

flicker of disappointment crossing his

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

they'd bought the ointment, Citrine grabbed Sebastian by the arm and hurried

of them mentioned what had

quiet bench tucked away from