The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 805

The next evening, Travis Carmichael arranged a welcome party for Citrine at Crestwood’s largest country club, inviting all her friends to celebrate her arrival.

It was quite the event.

Citrine was the star of the night, surrounded by friends and acquaintances, laughter and conversation swirling around her like a warm embrace.

With Travis orchestrating the festivities, the group partied well past midnight before finally calling it a night.

Citrine was usually strict with herself, but tonight, swept up in the joy of reunion, she let loose and drank more than usual. By the time she tried to leave, even walking in a straight line became a challenge.

Travis caught her before she could stumble. “Easy there, superstar. If you fall and hurt yourself, Grandpa will have my head,” he teased, steadying her with a gentle hand.

“Travis, you look like your soul just left your body,” Citrine slurred, her vision doubled as she shook her head, trying to clear the fog.

“How much did you drink tonight?” Travis asked, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

He crouched in front of her, hands braced on his knees, coaxing softly, “Come on, be good and let’s get you home, okay?”

Citrine pouted, tugging at his sleeve like a child. “No. I don’t want to go home.”

It was the first time Travis had ever seen his little sister act so adorably stubborn; he couldn’t help but chuckle, indulging her. “All right, then—what do you want to do?”

She considered for a moment, her voice suddenly serious. “I... I want to see the ocean.”

She looked up at him, eyes pleading.

Travis surrendered with a sigh. “Okay, okay. I’ll take you to the ocean.”

Citrine stuck out her lower lip, reaching up to pull him down. “You—crouch.”

Unable to resist, Travis gave in, his tone overflowing with affection. “Okay, okay, I’m crouching.”

“Carry me,” she announced, and before he could respond, she draped herself across his back.

He carefully adjusted her, making sure she was secure before standing up.

Luckily, the beach was close by.

Under the silvery moonlight, everything felt still and peaceful. Travis found his own heart quieted and warm as he carried his sister toward the shore.

After a bit of playful struggle, they finally reached the sand.

“Citrine,” he called softly, tilting his head to check on her.

There was no answer, just the sound of her gentle, even breathing.

Travis smiled helplessly, then strolled along the moonlit beach with his sleeping sister on his back for a while before heading home.

Since Hilda Saunders had insisted, Citrine was now staying at the Saunders estate. Yesterday, Travis had shamelessly invited himself to stay there as well.

By the time they returned, most of the Saunders family was still awake, gathered in the living room—everyone except Inez and the old gentleman.

The moment they saw Travis carrying Citrine inside, the whole family rushed over.

“She had a bit too much to drink,” Travis whispered. “She’s out cold.”

No sooner had he spoken than Citrine opened her eyes. “Who said I was asleep?”

She clumsily slid off Travis’s back, swaying on her feet.

Hilda hurried over, worry etched on her face. “Sweetheart, how much did you drink tonight?”

Citrine frowned, correcting her. “I didn’t drink, Mom.”

She suddenly leapt up, throwing herself into Hilda’s arms.

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