The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 736

Sebastian ignored Hastings completely and walked straight past him, carrying a

mug of steaming water. She made her way to Citrine and settled down at her side.

Inside Citrine's head, it felt like a thousand horses were galloping in every direction.

Sebastian gently straightened Citrine's head and brought the mug to her lips.

"Citrine, drink some water."

As if she'd heard the words through a fog, Citrine blinked her eyes open and obediently sipped from Sebastian's hand. Warmth spread through her chest, soothing and comforting.

Sebastian smiled in satisfaction at how cooperative she was.

"What are you two doing?" Hastings was watching them with a stormy expression, unable to hide his jealousy at their closeness.

"What's wrong with Citrine?" Only now did he notice the soft flush on her cheeks, the way she looked nothing like her usual self-sleepy, out of sorts.

"It's none of your business." Sebastian didn't even bother looking at him.

another word, she scooped Citrine up into

stepped forward, arms outstretched to

voice cold as steel. "You're the last person she wants around. What right do you have to

a dangerous glint in Hastings' eyes. He reached for Citrine. "Give her to me," he demanded, his voice shaking. "Give her back." He couldn't even let himself imagine what might happen if Sebastian took her away. The thought of Citrine leaving

answer was flat and unyielding.

him aside and carrying Citrine down

was carried all the way back to the

down on the bed

moment, she stood up, went to the bathroom, and soaked a towel

was already fast asleep, her eyes closed, breathing deep and

caught herself smiling

towel to softly wipe Citrine's face. It was a simple task, but she took her time, moving with slow, careful

registered the cool, gentle touch gliding across her cheeks. It felt wonderful, and she let herself

felt dry. Still half-asleep, she instinctively darted

brief, warm brush of Citrine's tongue against

always thought she could keep her composure, but now, with just this tiny,

slow, dangerous heat built in her chest, threatening to