The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 370

“Crestwood Art Gallery’s hosting an exhibit tomorrow. I bought tickets—want to go together?” Hastings texted.

Citrine glanced at her calendar. Nothing scheduled for tomorrow. She typed back quickly: “Sounds good!”

Meanwhile, at the club.

Theo and the guys were drinking in a private lounge, laughter echoing off the walls. They lounged on the sofas, legs crossed, each with a couple of fresh-faced college students at their sides—everyone except Hastings, who sat alone in a corner, hunched over his phone.

He must’ve just gotten a message, because a small smile curled on his lips before he could help himself.

Someone nearby caught the change in his expression and ribbed him, grinning, “Hastings, what’s up with you lately? You’re glued to that damn phone every night.”

Then, as if hit by a sudden realization, the guy’s eyes went wide. “Wait—don’t tell me you’ve got yourself a girlfriend?”

Hastings just shot him a flat look, said nothing, and dropped his gaze to his phone again.

He kept rereading Citrine’s short reply, a quiet happiness filling his chest.

Theo, sitting between two girls, suddenly shoved away the sweet-looking brunette beside him and sat up straighter, eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Hastings, are you serious? Did you really get a girlfriend?”

Quentin looked just as stunned. He grinned at Hastings and teased, “Come on, when did this happen? Is it that ‘pain in the ass’ you mentioned last time?”

Both of them fixed their attention on Hastings, waiting for him to spill.

Hastings let out a resigned little laugh. “It’s her. But she’s not my girlfriend—at least, not yet.”

He couldn’t help but smile again. “But I’m pretty sure she will be soon.”