The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 735

“Citrine, what’s so great about Sebastian anyway? He’s not good enough for you.”

Hastings hadn’t noticed anything strange about Citrine as he sat down beside her. She leaned back in her chair, eyes tightly closed. In the darkness, you’d have to look closely to see the flush of pink coloring her cheeks.

Half-asleep, Citrine vaguely heard Hastings’s voice. She frowned, clearly annoyed, and shot back automatically, “Go away.”

Her tone brimmed with utter contempt.

A bitter smile twisted at Hastings’s lips. “Citrine, don’t treat me like this, please?”

Suddenly, old memories surged up in Citrine’s mind—countless moments from her past life when Hastings had wronged her. She remembered every single slight, never letting herself forget, not even for a day.

So when she heard his plea, she didn’t hesitate. “No,” she said flatly.

Hastings looked at her with a helpless, almost desperate expression. He just couldn’t reach her anymore.

After a moment, he asked, “Do you really like Sebastian?”

Citrine shifted uncomfortably on the bench, turning her head away as she tried to find a position that didn’t make her feel worse. She didn’t bother answering him.

Her silence felt like a confession. Hastings’s whole body ached, his heart clenching in his chest as if someone had reached in and squeezed the life out of it. Jealousy and hatred surged through him like a tidal wave, but he forced it back down—barely.

He loved her too much. He didn’t even dare to be openly jealous for fear she’d hate him even more.

All that bitterness had to go somewhere, so he directed it at Sebastian instead.

For a moment, he wished Sebastian would just drop dead. Maybe then, Citrine would finally look his way again.