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.

Sebastian was folding the blankets when he noticed a small, square

he muttered, pulling it

hearing his voice, lifted the tent flap just

at the object in his hand, suddenly recalling Citrine's awkwardness the night before.

a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she remembered hastily stashing it

of them

Citrine broke the silence, hurrying to explain as if afraid of being misunderstood. "That was a gift from

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

quickly let the tent flap fall and turned her back, pretending to watch

tidy up the rest of the things inside. Once he finished, he stepped out and began dismantling the

up, he

her face back

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

asked, grinning.

smiled politely. "Thanks to

"Yes, thank

his breakfast, then leaned forward conspiratorially. “By the way, I gave you quite the special something last night. It's our

and Sebastian's eyes widened

for a

and laughed. "Judging by your

swore she had

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