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?"

ready to throw a punch. Before he could, a gentle hand covered

Understanding her silent cue, Sebastian fell obediently quiet, glaring at

opened his mouth to speak, she grabbed his arm and

hard, the world spinning as he landed flat on his back. "God, my

pay for acting like a jerk, you know?" Citrine crossed her arms, smirking as she crouched to pat Quentin's

red-faced and furious, spat out, "Citrine Carmichael, you're out of your

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

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

a glance. She spoke directly to Hastings, her voice cold: "I thought I made myself clear last time. Hastings, stop haunting

how many times he'd heard this. His heart felt numb, yet he still

"Citrine, if you really like Sebastian, I... I

stared at

being... for being number two.

bitter smile twisted his lips. “See? I'm not asking for much. I just want to stay

really are sick." Citrine didn't know anymore was she the crazy

Sebastian's brow furrowed. He'd