NovelEnglishChapter 91 Cool water trickled down Sebastian's stomach, making his whole body tense up in an instant.
He opened his mouth to stop Citrine, but she pulled her hand back before he could say a word, leaving him with a strange, indescribable sense of loss.
"Cwithto the kitchen," she said, grabbing his uninjured hand and tugging him along before he could protest.
"Hurry. You need to get that burn under cold water," Citrine insisted. She turned on the faucet, lifted his arm, and held the burned patch under the running water. Only when she was sure enough thad passed did she let go.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I saw you burned your stomach. Are you sure you didn't get burned anywhere else?" Citrine asked, her fingertip gently tapping the red mark as she studied it seriously.
Sebastian's face turned scarlet, though he wasn't even sure why. "No, it's-It's nothing. I'm fine, really. I can handle it myself," he stammered.
Citrine just looked at him with that calm, unfazed expression of hers, while Sebastian silently cursed himself for being ridiculous.
Feeling awkward, he scratched his head and muttered, "Why don't you wait outside?" Citrine thought he was acting a little odd-actually, kind of cute compared to his usual self-but she didn't dwell on it. She simply stepped out of the kitchen as he'd asked.
Left alone, Sebastian quickly ran scold water over his stomach to wash the burn. He didn't go out right away; instead, he waited until the flush in his ears faded, then finally composed himself and strode back out.
By the the rejoined Citrine, he'd put his usual mask back on: gentle, polite, but always holding the world at arm's length.
"Let's go to the hospital," Citrine said as soon as she saw him, reaching for his hand.
Sebastian flinched at her soft touch, caught off guard for a second. But when he remembered she was just a kid, he didn't pull away. Instead, he tried to reason with her, "I can't just leave. I'm still on the clock." "Oh, con. You need to see a doctor," Citrine insisted, tugging him again. But no matter how hard she tried, Sebastian barely budged.
He ruffled her hair with a laugh. "Don't be silly." Citrine let out an exasperated snort. "Silly? You've burned yourself and you're still worried about work! Can't you be a little more sensible?" Her voice rose involuntarily. She was usually easygoing, but something about his stubbornness made her genuinely annoyed.
Still, she reminded herself that this man would one day be the most powerful businessman in Crestwood, so she forced herself to swallow her anger.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Since when did you becthe one lecturing me?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised. No one had ever called him irresponsible before- especially not a kid.
Citrine shot him a glare. "You deserved it." It was the first the'd seen her pretty face twisted with something close to anger, and it took him aback.
Was she really mad? He asked, uncertain, "Are you angry with me?" "Just cwith me." Citrine's tone was cool and flat, impossible to read.
She'd lost all patience. Without waiting for a reply, she turned and eply she turned marched out, thinking, If he doesn't follow, that's his problem.
Sebastian hesitated, then gave in. He couldn't even say why, but somehow, every the ran into her; he ended up doing things that made no sense for him.
e Last time, it was only their third meeting, but when he saw she was upset, he'd impulsively taken the day off to cheepher up. Now, seeing her genuinely angry, he actually felt nervous. In the end, he followed her out the door.
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