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.

gentlest touch. Whatever

to him, he allowed himself the smallest, secretive

hour later, the car pulled up at their destination, and Citrine stirred awake. The moment she opened her eyes, she sensed something was

Sebastian's chest, his arm curled behind

away, gently untangling herself

his eyes as well. Their gazes met, and for a moment, awkwardness hung

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

her throat and quickly composed herself, stepping out of

retreating figure with an amused smile, then followed

out room keys to everyone. Each person grabbed their luggage and headed

blue sea stretched out as

and was about

walked over and pulled the door

a bright smile. "Citrine,

a bit, and they made me

one to spoil the fun. "Sure, count me in," she replied without

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

couldn't help but

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

to get great photos when visiting an