The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 728

Citrine was about to protest, insisting she didn't need the help, but seeing how determined he was, she finally closed her eyes.

Once her eyes were shut, Sebastian pressed his fingers a bit more firmly against her temples.

The cool touch of his fingertips circled gently, easing away the tension that had been throbbing at her head. Slowly, the discomfort faded, replaced by a soothing calm.

She couldn't help but ask, "Sebastian, have you ever done this before? You're awfully good at it."

"Maybe I'm just naturally gifted," he replied. Sebastian paused briefly at her question, unable to hold back a soft laugh.

Citrine let the conversation drop, surrendering to the comforting sensation of his skillful hands.

Watching as the tension in her brow melted away, Sebastian couldn't help but smile to himself.

As he continued, drowsiness crept up on Citrine, and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

Once he realized she'd dozed off, Sebastian's hands stilled, though he remained in the same careful posture, not wanting to disturb her.

He found himself studying her peaceful features, emotions surging within him.

If Citrine had opened her eyes at that moment, she would have seen the fierce, unmistakable tenderness in Sebastian's gaze-so intense it could have burned

her.

from her face with the gentlest touch. Whatever you want from me, Citrine, I'll do it. I

to him, he allowed

at their destination, and Citrine stirred

curled behind her neck, half embracing her. Their closeness

awake, she immediately pulled away, gently

feeling her movement, opened his eyes as well. Their gazes met, and for a moment,

the driver's voice from the front seat: "Ms. Chairman, Mr. Vesper,

her throat and quickly composed herself, stepping out of

watched her retreating figure with an amused

the hotel, Carlotta Yarbrough handed out room keys to everyone. Each

from the window, the vast blue sea stretched out as far as the eye

unpacked her suitcase and was about

and pulled the door

greeted her with a bright smile. "Citrine, the team's planning

made me promise to

to spoil the fun. "Sure, count me in," she

added with a mischievous grin, "Oh, and everyone's wearing bikinis.

couldn't help but laugh.

changed into the bikini she'd brought for the trip-just as everyone had

rite of passage to get great photos when visiting an island