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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 302

Update Chapter 302 of The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress by Miss Lyra

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Sebastian thought for a moment before speaking up, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault you got dragged into this. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have been targeted in the first place.”

Citrine immediately understood what he meant.

But she didn’t see how any of it was really his responsibility. “You didn’t ask him to come after me. How is this your fault?”

He couldn’t help but think how naïve she was. “You’re too kind.”

Clearly, he was the reason for all this, but this sweet, soft-hearted girl just couldn’t bring herself to blame him.

Compared to everyone else he’d known, Citrine was an absolute angel.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Sebastian’s mouth. On impulse, he reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

Feeling his warm hand on her head, Citrine froze in surprise. But oddly enough, she didn’t mind it.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, this guy always seemed to know how to calm her down when she was upset.

She never had to say a word—he just understood.

Meanwhile, Sebastian found himself staring at her messy hair, a bit lost in thought.

He remembered why he’d first gotten close to her, and a shadow passed through his eyes.

If she ever found out about his real motives, she’d probably hate him.

That thought sent a spike of fear through him.

He’d spent his whole life being abandoned, rejected, never really belonging to anyone. Citrine was the only person who’d ever shown him real kindness, who actually cared about him.

What if she found out…

A cold, unsettling glint flickered in Sebastian’s eyes. Out of Citrine’s sight, a twisted, possessive smile appeared on his lips.

It’s fine. She’ll never know.

Citrine glanced at her phone. It was almost eleven. She turned to Sebastian. “The dorm’s about to lock up. I should get going.”

“I’ll walk you,” Sebastian said, checking his watch.

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