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.

was folding the blankets when he noticed a small,

he muttered,

hearing his voice, lifted the tent flap just then.

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

a faint blush coloring her cheeks as

of them

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

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

and turned her back, pretending to watch the waves as if nothing

a while to tidy up the rest of the things

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

face back

the owner was waiting, a broad smile on his face

night?" he asked,

to

echoed, "Yes, thank

on his breakfast, then leaned forward conspiratorially. “By the way, I gave

Citrine and Sebastian's eyes widened

flushed a deep red, and for a

by your face, I hope I

swore she had never

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