The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 90

Kali immediately jerked her head back and straightened up in her seat.

"Sebastian." She smoothed out her clothes as if nothing had happened, but her eyes were locked on him with an intensity that was a far cry from her usual chilly demeanor.

Sebastian's expression had gone frosty.

He said impatiently, "I've already told you I'm not interested. There's no need to keep chasing after me."

"Sebastian, just give me a chance. I know you'll end up liking me," Kali replied, her gaze brimming with stubborn confidence.

Sebastian paused, then said, "Maybe I wasn't clear with Ms. Glenwood before." His tone was flat and firm. "So let me be absolutely direct—I don't like you, and I never will."

Kali froze for a split second.

Sebastian was known for his even temper; he almost never lost his cool. She hadn't expected him to turn her down so bluntly, and especially not in front of everyone.

A flush of embarrassment swept across Kali's face, pale one moment, red the next.

Theo's eyes narrowed when he saw his sister rejected so publicly.

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to my sister like that?" Theo's voice was icy, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Quentin arched an eyebrow, his expression dripping with disdain. "You're just a broke nobody. What makes you think you're too good for Kali?"

He reached into his bag, pulled out several thick wads of cash, and hurled them at Sebastian.

"Is this enough for you to keep her company for the night?"

The bills hit Sebastian square on. His fists clenched at his sides, the anger simmering in his eyes growing colder and darker.

But remembering who these people were, Sebastian forced himself to swallow his pride. He walked over to the serving cart, set their dishes down beside them, and said with barely contained emotion, "Here's your food."

Then he turned and walked away.

She strode over and helped the fallen server up, only then realizing who it was.

"Sebastian?" Citrine stared in surprise.

He looked equally shocked. "What are you doing here?"

But Citrine's eyes had already landed on the angry red burns on his arm. Her expression hardened, her voice brooking no argument. "Don't say anything. Let me take care of this."

Sebastian hesitated for a split second, but the searing pain across his body kept him silent. He just looked at her, trusting her to take charge.

Citrine hurried back to her table and grabbed two bottles of water.

She twisted one open and poured it over Sebastian's arm.

Noticing the burns on his stomach, she didn't hesitate—lifting his shirt, she found the worst of it not on his chest, but across his lower abdomen. Without a word, she opened the second bottle and poured cool water over the angry, scalded skin.