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?"

head away as she tried to find a position that didn't make her feel worse. She

his chest as if someone had reached in and squeezed the life

her too much. He didn't even dare to be openly jealous for fear she'd hate him even

had to go somewhere, so he directed it at Sebastian

dead. Maybe

himself, "Do you really like him that much? What

just wanted Hastings to stop talking so she could rest. After

stared at her,

"What if I said I didn't mind you two? I'd be willing to be your second, if that's what it

with a desperate hope flickering in

said nothing, her head

then, Sebastian appeared, carrying a mug of hot water. He caught the

tightened on the mug as he strode

seen shameless people before, but never someone so

the voice, Hastings