The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 92

Although they'd only met a handful of times, Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at himself for looking so pitiful.

Citrine, walking ahead, heard his stifled chuckle and stopped in her tracks.

"What's so funny?" she asked, turning to Sebastian with a puzzled expression.

"You look kind of cute when you're annoyed," Sebastian replied, and for reasons he couldn't explain, he felt unexpectedly cheerful.

"I'm not annoyed," Citrine mumbled, her voice shrinking as she remembered her own reaction just moments ago. She sounded less sure of herself.

Sebastian grinned, teasing, "Really? You had me scared for a second there."

Citrine, taking his words at face value, grew a little embarrassed.

But after a moment's thought, she decided she hadn't done anything wrong. She shifted the blame right back to him. "Well, I don't usually act like that. You were just being impossible."

"Alright, alright, it's my fault," Sebastian said, still amused. Somehow, the burns stinging his arm and stomach didn't hurt quite as much anymore.

Soon enough, they arrived at the clinic.

"Is that a burn?" The female doctor immediately noticed the angry red mark on Sebastian's arm.

Citrine nodded and named a specific burn ointment. The doctor quickly fetched it from behind the counter.

She glanced at Citrine, her voice warm with praise. "You certainly know your stuff, young lady. That ointment's a specialty—we have it shipped in from out of town, costs a small fortune, but it works wonders. You won't find it at just any pharmacy."

Citrine shrugged modestly. "I just heard about it from someone."

Privately, she thought: Of course it works—it's from my own company.

As they were about to leave, the doctor called after them. Citrine turned and met her gentle gaze.

"Sweetheart, just a heads up—that ointment stings when you put it on. Be gentle with your boyfriend, alright?"