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.

Citrine up

arms outstretched to block their path.

only held Citrine tighter, her voice cold as steel. "You're the last person she wants around. What right

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

was flat and unyielding.

shouldering him aside and carrying

as she was carried all the way back

the room, Sebastian gently laid her down on the bed

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

fast asleep, her

herself smiling

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

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

half-asleep, she instinctively

brief, warm brush of Citrine's tongue against her palm sent a jolt through her-hot and electric. Her hand stopped

her composure, but now, with just this tiny,

her chest, threatening to burn away