The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 804

Sebastian knew exactly what kind of person Citrine was. That's why he could say these things now, confident she wouldn't let guilt sway her into a relationship. She was far too clear-headed for that.

Sure enough, Citrine spoke up a second later. "Thank you for saving me."

She paused, her tone thoughtful and sincere. "What you said... it moved me. And you are special to me, too. But I haven't figured out exactly what I'm feeling yet. You'll have to give me a little more time. I'll give you an answer."

Sebastian snorted, unable to hold back a laugh. "You're so serious. Anyone listening in would think you were interviewing me for a job."

He was shaking with laughter, nearly doubled over on the hospital bed. It took a while for him to calm down, but beneath the amusement, a flicker of happiness glowed in his chest.

So, I am special to her, after all.

Citrine shot him a glance, her expression earnest. "I need to be clear about my feelings. Otherwise, you could get hurt."

She hesitated before adding, "I... I don't want to hurt you."

always known where to draw the line, never pushing too close, always giving her

were friends, after all. And to be honest, she liked him—at least a

wait for your answer." Sebastian's face remained composed, but

next few days, Citrine stayed at the research center to look after

as well—not just to apologize, but also to update them on Darius Archer's fate. Over the years, Vester had quietly collected plenty of evidence against Archer, enough to have him thrown straight into

absolutely no sympathy for Archer.

Sebastian's injuries had mostly healed. It was time

soon as their flight landed, she planned to

clearing customs, Citrine was chatting with Raymond when she

familiar

alright. The moment they learned their precious girl was finally coming home, they had all rushed to the airport,

caught sight of her daughter, her eyes

my sweet

apart, Hilda could no longer hold back. She dashed forward and pulled Citrine into a tight

arms. Hilda clung to her as if she'd just recovered something priceless. "Oh, sweetheart, do you have any idea what you