The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 224

In that moment, he thought to himself that if giving her that pill could buy the girl a bit of happiness, it was worth it.

Citrine hadn't been kidding when she said she'd take Weston out for a good time. When dinner rolled around, Weston told the driver not to bother picking him up. After they finished their meal out, Citrine led Weston straight to an arcade. Standing at the entrance, Weston eyed the neon lights and blaring music with deep suspicion, his brows knitted tight as he instinctively took a few steps back.

"What on earth are you dragging me to a place like this for?" he grumbled, clear disdain in his voice. "It's noisy, crowded-exactly the sort of place that attracts all the wrong people."

Citrine couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Oh, come on. It's just an entertainment center. All the young folks hang out here these days."

Weston scoffed. "No respectable person wastes time in places like this. If you've got time to kill, you should be learning how to run a company, not frittering away your future on mindless games."

His prejudice ran deep, and Citrine knew better than to expect him to change overnight.

Some things just took time.

"Let's go in-try it at least," Citrine said, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the games inside.

"No way." Weston looked downright offended by the suggestion.

his resistance, Citrine simply grabbed his arm and dragged him through the doors, ignoring

he wandered

man Weston, I bet you never played any

him square in

Group, his childhood had been spent under his parents' strict regime-every day was either a contest of physical endurance or academic

his parents' eyes, arcades were the devil's playground-a surefire way to ruin one's

disappeared to the front desk and returned with a stack of tokens. Weston was still standing in the

stopped when she found

a giant screen showing a hunter-versus-zombies shooter, she

how about

hopeful look in Citrine's

a reluctant

Citrine's excitement was palpable.

tumbled out: "Old man Weston, you're doing great- you're not a party pooper at all. That already puts you ahead of ninety percent

but his chest

granddaughter was