The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 375

Today, Sebastian's look was all understated college student-jeans, a plain shirt, nothing fancy. He still carried that subtle air of aloofness, a distant cool that kept strangers at arm's length, but it didn't feel hostile or unsettling.

The last time she'd seen him, though, he'd been a completely different person. There was something icy and intimidating about him then, from the way he moved to the way he looked at people-like someone used to being in charge, radiating a suffocating sense of authority.

How could the same man seem like two utterly different people?

Right now, Sebastian had slipped back into the easygoing manner Citrine remembered from before-and oddly, he seemed to have no recollection of what had happened between them last time.

Citrine stayed quiet for a moment, making a point not to mention what had just occurred. She looked at him and asked, her voice calm, "So, what brings you here?"

Sebastian didn't seem to notice anything off about her. He just replied, "I had some things to take care of at school."

Then, as if eager to change the subject, he quickly added, "But it won't take long. Are you free tonight? Maybe we could go out for a walk?"

"Sure," Citrine said breezily. She had no intention of missing this chance-she still had no idea what secrets he was hiding.

they parted ways, Citrine headed

meal, her mind wandered back to thoughts of Sebastian, so

of her thoughts that Citrine noticed the man

tone remained polite. "Excuse me, do

Carmichael, allow me to introduce myself. I'm

butler? Why would he be looking

in surprise. "Is there something I can help you

unfailingly polite demeanor, but Phipps found himself warming to this girl-despite

Carmichael, please don't be alarmed. I only wanted to explain Sebastian's situation

suspect something, but she kept her composure and asked evenly, "What

voice lowering. "I suppose there's no point hiding it now. You've probably noticed-Sebastian suffers from a serious psychological condition. He has dissociative identity disorder. In other words, there are two people living inside

everything

eyes, gaze sharp as she regarded the man across from her. "So, what do

But Sebastian himself has no idea about his illness. I need you