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.

when he noticed

this?" he muttered,

lifted the tent flap

the object in his hand, suddenly recalling Citrine's awkwardness the night before. He felt a bit

faint blush coloring her cheeks as she remembered

met, both of them unsure who should feel more

explain as if afraid of being misunderstood. "That was

keep it," Sebastian replied, doing his best to sound casual as he stuffed the box into

flap fall and turned her back, pretending to watch the waves as

up the rest of the things inside. Once he finished, he

was finally packed up, he said, "Let's go return the

nodded, her face back

things to the hotel where the owner was waiting, a broad smile on his face as

he asked, grinning. "Did you sleep

to your

"Yes,

way, I gave you

and Sebastian's

a deep red, and for a moment neither of them could

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

she had

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