The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 420

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hastings's face changed in an instant, a flash of fear in his eyes.

Citrine smiled, repeating herself, "Let's not see each other anymore."

"You're breaking up with me?" Hastings managed to get the words out, his voice strained.

Before she could reply, he rushed on, "No, I won't accept that."

"Is this because of Kali?"

Hastings had never felt this anxious or full of regret in his life.

Break up? Citrine nearly laughed. “Hastings, we were never together to begin with. There's nothing to break up."

He searched her face for some sign that she was joking, but found nothing.

He pressed his lips together, voice rough. "But we went to the movies together. We hung out, went places..."

him a surprised look.

bit of hope

astonished by

about it. Do you remember me ever saying I wanted to be with you?" Hastings racked his brain, replaying every moment they'd shared-movies, walks, art exhibits—but she'd never once said those words. And now that he thought about it, Citrine

realized, painfully, that it had all been wishful

asked quietly, "Even if we weren't

clench. He was torn between desperately wanting her answer, and dreading what she might

didn't hesitate. Her lips barely moved as she

Hastings like a knife

his balance. "No... I can't believe you never liked

forward, reaching out to grab her shoulders, but Citrine quickly moved back, putting

in that way." Her gaze was cold,

shifted. “Is it because I never actually told you

Citrine could respond, Hastings dropped to one knee. "Citrine,

let out a soft,

still refused to give up. “Is this because I misunderstood you? Because I made you give blood for Kali? Is that why you hate