The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 749

Citrine was silent for a while, but eventually she gave in and nodded.

Sebastian just smiled, saying nothing, and an awkward tension settled between them.

After a long pause, Sebastian finally broke the silence. “It’s getting late. You should try to get some sleep.”

Citrine didn’t reply. She was exhausted after the long day, and her eyelids grew heavier until, before she knew it, she drifted off.

Sebastian waited, listening for her voice, but after a while, the only sound was her steady, peaceful breathing.

“Completely carefree, aren’t you?” he murmured with a quiet laugh.

With that, he lay down as well.

The beach at night was perfectly still, the only sound the gentle hush of the waves outside. Lying there, Sebastian became acutely aware of Citrine’s soft breathing beside him.

He couldn’t see anything in the pitch-dark tent, so he turned carefully onto his side, facing her.

Sleep seemed impossible. With her sleeping so close, his mind was racing and his heart wouldn’t settle. He wished this moment could last a little longer.

It wasn’t until the dead of night that tiredness finally began to creep in. Just as he was about to drift off, something warm and soft suddenly rolled up against his chest.

A fuzzy head nudged restlessly at him, tickling his skin as she burrowed closer.

The sensation made his heart flutter. He reached out, intending to gently straighten her head, but before he could, Citrine pressed even closer, as if she’d found her perfect source of warmth.

Sebastian froze, every muscle tense. He stared wide-eyed into the darkness, feeling her breath on his neck, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst from his chest.

For a moment, he honestly didn’t know where to put his hands.

It was cold—well past midnight now—and the thin blanket they shared did little to keep the chill away. After hesitating, Sebastian finally relented, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

Morning arrived softly, dawn light slipping in through the tent’s seams. Citrine woke slowly, blinking against the pale glow. She shifted, trying to sit up, but the movement felt off.