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 a

muttered,

voice, lifted the tent flap

in his hand, suddenly recalling

coloring her cheeks as

met, both of them unsure who

hurrying to explain as if afraid of being misunderstood. "That was a gift from the owner

doing his best to sound casual as he

tent flap fall and turned her back, pretending

to tidy up the rest of the things inside. Once

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

nodded, her face back to

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

asked, grinning.

to your

echoed, "Yes,

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

and Sebastian's

deep red, and for a

looked at Sebastian and laughed. "Judging by your face, I hope I didn't give

she had never

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