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 a position that didn't make her feel worse. She didn't bother

like a confession. Hastings's whole body ached, his heart clenching in his chest as if someone had reached in and squeezed the life out of it. Jealousy and hatred surged through

too much. He didn't even dare to be openly jealous

to go somewhere, so he directed it at Sebastian

would just drop dead. Maybe then, Citrine would finally

himself, "Do you really like him

talking so she could rest. After he

at

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

with a desperate hope

said nothing, her

of hot water. He caught the tail end of the conversation, hearing every word Hastings

on the mug as he strode

I've seen shameless people before, but never someone so eager to

by the voice, Hastings jerked