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.

blankets when he noticed a small, square box

this?" he muttered, pulling it

hearing his voice, lifted the tent flap just

recalling Citrine's

coloring her cheeks as she

both of them unsure who

to explain as if afraid of being misunderstood. "That was a

best to sound casual as he stuffed the box

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

took Sebastian a while to tidy up the rest of the things inside. Once he finished, he stepped out and began

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

nodded, her face back

the hotel where the owner was waiting, a broad smile on

night?" he asked, grinning. "Did

smiled politely. "Thanks to

echoed, "Yes,

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

and Sebastian's eyes

deep red, and for a moment neither of

Sebastian and laughed. "Judging by your face,

she had

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