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

this?" he muttered,

lifted the tent flap just then. "What

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

sight of what he was holding and froze, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she remembered hastily

them unsure who should feel

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

best to sound casual as he stuffed

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

the rest of the things inside. Once he finished,

was finally packed up, he

nodded, her face back

was waiting, a broad

asked, grinning. "Did

to your tent, we slept

echoed, "Yes,

way, I gave you quite the special

and Sebastian's

a moment neither of

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

she had never

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