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?"

away as she tried to

his heart clenching in his chest as if someone had reached in and squeezed the

even dare to be

somewhere, so he directed it

would just drop dead.

grew dark as he muttered to himself, "Do you really like him that

Hastings to stop talking so she could rest. After he

at her,

said I didn't mind you two? I'd be willing to be your

at her with a desperate hope flickering

said nothing, her

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

mug as he strode toward them, eyes locked on

seen shameless people before, but never

by the voice, Hastings jerked his head