The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 747

Sebastian finished making up the bed before calling Citrine inside.

He broke the silence first, his tone steady but gentle. “You’ll sleep here tonight. I’ll keep watch outside.”

With that, he stood, ready to leave.

The air on the island was chilly at night, and their tent was pitched right on the beach, just a few yards from the water. One good gust of wind and anyone sleeping outside would definitely catch a cold.

Citrine spoke up quickly, stopping him. “The tent is big enough for both of us. It’s windy out there—you should stay inside too.”

She didn’t wait for an argument. Instead, she scooted over, making space on the other side of the bedroll.

Her offer was so matter-of-fact and sincere that Sebastian hesitated. She wasn’t watching him with even a hint of wariness—just open trust. He paused at the entrance, concern flickering in his eyes. “You trust me that much? Aren’t you worried I might try something?”

Was she really that naive around guys?

Citrine laughed softly, amused. “You’re not that kind of person.”

He pressed, “And if I was?”

She thought about it, lips pursed. “Then I’d handle it.”

If it came to that, she was pretty sure she could take him in a fight.

Sebastian couldn’t help but smile at her confidence. The last of his worries eased.

Citrine patted the empty spot beside her. “Come on, get in.”

He didn’t argue further, just slipped off his shoes and crawled into the tent.

The space was just big enough for two. It felt strangely cozy.

In the sudden quiet, the only sounds were their breathing and the steady thump of two nervous heartbeats.

Citrine fumbled for her phone, pressing the buttons, but nothing happened. She sighed and set it aside. “Mine’s out of battery. Can you check yours?”

Sebastian remembered his phone was somewhere in his backpack. He started feeling around in the dark, hands brushing over bags and blankets, but he couldn’t find it.

Citrine offered, “Let me help.”

Together, they searched—hands reaching and missing, bumping into each other in the blackness. Citrine stretched across the bed, feeling for the bag. Suddenly, her hand caught on something soft—the blanket—and she lost her balance, tumbling forward.

“Ah—!” she yelped.

Sebastian whipped around at the sound, reaching out to steady her, but before he could react, Citrine landed right on top of him.