The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 322

Theo could sense Citrine's dislike for him, and it threw him off for a moment. "Do you really hate me that much?" he asked, his voice uncertain.

From the very first time they met, he'd felt her animosity-an almost palpable disgust that seemed to radiate from her.

Citrine nodded, not bothering to hide her disdain. "At least you're self-aware. Since you know I can't stand you, why don't you stop parading yourself in front of me?" She didn't even try to mask her revulsion; it was written all over her face.

Her expression was like a slap, and it stung more than Theo cared to admit. He swallowed his discomfort, forcing himself to ask, "Have we met before? Did something happen between us?"

He studied her closely, genuinely invested in her answer.

In their last life, they'd been together for a decade, and in all that time, Theo had never once cared about her feelings or bothered to understand her. Now, as he gazed at her with concern, it almost felt like a cruel joke. She'd never seen him look at her this way-not even at the end.

Pathetic.

Citrine looked at his serious face and suddenly laughed. "Oh, we've got history. The kind that's written in blood."

Theo thought she was joking and let out a chuckle. "You're funny, you know that?"

just looking at her made his heart race uncontrollably-a feeling he'd never

completely uninterested. But with her, it was different. From

only found

of utter

had always been the golden boy-envied, admired, put on a pedestal wherever he went.

rejection before, so he didn't believe

world, no one hated for no reason; if they did, it was

ever, Theo looked her over and curled his lips into a smirk. "Citrine

practically laughed

assumed she wanted to be his

Havencrest, but in all of Crestwood, you hardly

humorless laugh. She had no idea where his arrogance came from. "If I wanted to marry up, trust me, you'd be the last person I'd choose.

lips curled into a slow, magnetic

just stared at

didn't respond,