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?"

starting to like you." For some reason, just looking at her made his heart

it was different. From the moment

only found his words

with a look of utter

the golden boy-envied, admired, put on a pedestal wherever he went. No

really faced rejection before, so he didn't believe for a second that Citrine

no reason; if they did, it was only

his lips into a smirk. "Citrine Carmichael-two billion.

practically

good enough for you?" Theo assumed she wanted to be his official girlfriend, and the

Crestwood, you hardly make a mark. You really think

wanted to marry up, trust me,

curled into a slow, magnetic

just stared at

didn't respond, Theo