The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 750

The warmth in Sebastian’s arms had faded, and he found himself oddly unaccustomed to the emptiness.

He looked up to see Citrine watching him warily, which made Sebastian chuckle in spite of himself. “Do you know what you look like right now?”

Citrine sat up on the bed, nonchalantly fixing her clothes. “What do I look like?”

Sebastian grinned. “A runaway heartbreaker.”

At that, Citrine couldn’t help but laugh as well.

They chatted for a few more moments before Citrine finally said, “Alright, time to pull ourselves together and return the tent to the owner.”

Sebastian glanced at the mess of tangled sheets and blankets. “You wait outside. I’ll handle the cleaning up in here.”

“Sure.” Citrine yawned, not bothering to be polite.

She slipped out of the tent.

It was barely seven. The beach was nearly deserted, so quiet that only the steady rush of waves could be heard.

The tranquil air and coolness of the early morning made Citrine feel completely at ease.

Inside, Sebastian was folding the blankets when he noticed a small, square box tucked under the pillow.

“What’s this?” he muttered, pulling it out.

Citrine, hearing his voice, lifted the tent flap just then. “What did you say?”

Sebastian stared at the object in his hand, suddenly recalling Citrine’s awkwardness the night before. He felt a bit embarrassed.

Citrine caught sight of what he was holding and froze, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she remembered hastily stashing it under the pillow last night.

Their eyes met, both of them unsure who should feel more mortified.

Finally, Citrine broke the silence, hurrying to explain as if afraid of being misunderstood. “That was a gift from the owner yesterday.”

“Right, I’ll just… keep it,” Sebastian replied, doing his best to sound casual as he stuffed the box into his pocket.