The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 750

The warmth in Sebastian's arms had faded, and he found himself oddly

unaccustomed to the emptiness.

He looked up to see Citrine watching him warily, which made Sebastian chuckle in spite of himself. "Do you know what you look like right now?"

Citrine sat up on the bed, nonchalantly fixing her clothes. "What do I look like?"

Sebastian grinned. "A runaway heartbreaker."

At that, Citrine couldn't help but laugh as well.

They chatted for a few more moments before Citrine finally said, "Alright, time to

pull ourselves together and return the tent to the owner."

Sebastian glanced at the mess of tangled sheets and blankets. "You wait outside. I'll handle the cleaning up in here."

"Sure." Citrine yawned, not bothering to be polite.

She slipped out of the tent.

It was barely seven. The beach was nearly deserted, so quiet that only the steady rush of waves could be heard.

The tranquil air and coolness of the early morning made Citrine feel completely at

ease.

folding the blankets when he noticed a small, square box tucked

muttered, pulling

the tent flap

hand, suddenly recalling Citrine's awkwardness the night before.

blush coloring her cheeks as she remembered hastily

met, both of them unsure who

as if afraid of

doing his best to

let the tent flap fall and turned her back, pretending to watch the waves as if nothing had

while to tidy up the rest of the things inside. Once he finished, he

packed up, he said, "Let's go return

face

to the hotel where the owner was

was your night?" he asked, grinning. "Did you

to your tent, we slept

"Yes, thank

the way, I gave you quite the special something last night. It's our latest product how'd

his words, both Citrine and Sebastian's eyes widened in

deep red, and for a moment

silence, the owner looked at Sebastian and laughed. "Judging by your face,

she had

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