The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 735

"Citrine, what's so great about Sebastian anyway? He's not good enough for you."

Hastings hadn't noticed anything strange about Citrine as he sat down beside her. She leaned back in her chair, eyes tightly closed. In the darkness, you'd have to look closely to see the flush of pink coloring her cheeks.

Half-asleep, Citrine vaguely heard Hastings's voice. She frowned, clearly annoyed, and shot back automatically, "Go away."

Her tone brimmed with utter contempt.

A bitter smile twisted at Hastings's lips. "Citrine, don't treat me like this, please?"

Suddenly, old memories surged up in Citrine's mind-countless moments from her past life when Hastings had wronged her. She remembered every single slight, never letting herself forget, not even for a day.

So when she heard his plea, she didn't hesitate. "No," she said flatly.

Hastings looked at her with a helpless, almost desperate expression. He just couldn't reach her anymore.

After a moment, he asked, "Do you really like Sebastian?"

turning her head away as she tried to find

chest as if someone had reached in and squeezed the life out of it. Jealousy and hatred surged through him like a tidal wave, but he

loved her too much. He didn't even dare to

that bitterness had to go somewhere, so he

dead. Maybe then, Citrine

really like him that much? What

groggy and irritated, just wanted Hastings to stop talking so she could rest. After he

stared at her,

blurted out, "What if I said I didn't mind you two? I'd

her with a desperate

said nothing, her head

appeared, carrying a mug of hot water. He caught

the mug as he strode

shameless people before, but never someone

Hastings jerked his head