The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 305

By midday, Citrine's fever had finally broken. The fog in her mind slowly lifted, and as she blinked awake, a familiar silhouette came into focus.

Raymond? That couldn't be. Wasn't he supposed to be in Havencrest? There was no way he'd be here-she must still be delirious.

But then that unmistakable figure stepped right up to her bedside, the surprise clear in his voice. "Citrine, you're awake! Are you hungry?"

It wasn't a dream. She was suddenly, acutely aware of that.

"What are you doing here?" she blurted out, still confused. He was supposed to be in Havencrest-why was he standing in her hospital room?

Raymond just sighed, a blend of exasperation and affection in his words. "Silly girl. You're sick. Of course your dad's here to take care of you."

When Citrine tried to sit up, he was quick to help, adjusting the bed and arranging the pillows behind her so she'd be comfortable.

"What would you like to eat? I'll go grab it for you." He hadn't seen her for only two days, but Raymond was sure she'd lost weight. The thought tugged at his heart.

Citrine said, her voice scratchy and soft. Maybe it was the

about being sick that stripped away her usual defenses. Hearing her father's gentle

his smile warm and a little proud. He loved fussing over his daughter. "I'll

he left, Citrine froze. She'd just let her guard down in front of her father-shown him a side of herself she'd

This was exactly the path she had planned for herself so

she stared blankly out the window, her

later, Raymond returned with a piping hot beef pie. Citrine hadn't moved-she was still lost in her thoughts, eyes fixed on the world beyond the

her slowly back to the

things first: she needed

wide with delight. "This is really good," she said,

of melancholy hit him-she'd

up. "Citrine, I've been thinking about moving the

already made up his