The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 752

Sebastian gripped Hastings's wrist hard, his tone sharp. "You want to lose that hand?"

With that, he gave Hastings's arm a rough shove, sending him stumbling back.

Hastings's face darkened, anger simmering just beneath the surface. Ignoring Sebastian, he turned his attention to Citrine. "Citrine, I waited for you all night. You never came back."

His gaze swung back to Sebastian, brimming with accusation. "Did you spend the whole night with him?"

Just picturing the two of them together last night twisted something deep in Hastings's chest.

Citrine frowned, exasperated. "Hastings, what is wrong with you?" Sometimes she truly didn't understand him. She'd made her feelings painfully clear, yet Hastings clung to her like a stubborn weed, refusing to take the hint.

If she'd known he'd be this much trouble, she might have chosen a different way to make him suffer.

She let out a sigh, her voice impatient. "Who I spend my time with and what I do are none of your business."

Quentin, usually the laid-back one, studied the pair seriously, his brow furrowed once he realized they'd spent the night together. For once, he dropped the act and spoke with rare severity. "Citrine Carmichael, is there any shame left in you? Sneaking around all night with a guy?"

Before he could, a gentle hand covered his, prying his fingers

involved. Understanding her silent cue, Sebastian fell obediently quiet, glaring at Quentin

almost mocking smile. She stepped forward, and just as Quentin opened his mouth to speak, she grabbed his arm and flipped

spinning as he landed flat on his back. "God, my back!"

for acting like a jerk, you know?" Citrine

"Citrine Carmichael, you're out of

the first time she'd humiliated him, and despite having been through this more

moment, then only after Citrine stood up did he help Quentin to

thought I made myself clear last time. Hastings, stop haunting me. The more you cling, the more I despise

had lost count of how many times he'd heard this. His

for it, hated how pathetic he sounded, but he couldn't stop begging. Jaw clenched, he said, "Citrine, if you really like Sebastian, I... I don't mind." Of course, that was a lie, but he couldn't admit

stared at

him, Hastings rushed on. "I'll settle for being... for being number two. I'm not greedy. Just give

his lips. “See? I'm not asking

are sick." Citrine didn't know anymore was she the crazy one, or

Sebastian's brow furrowed. He'd