NovelUSAChapter 413 Kali's face froze, but she refused to give up. With big, pleading eyes, she looked at Hastings. "Hastings, have you forgotten? You used to take care of this for me." Hastings' expression darkened. His voice was cold and sharp. "Kali, that's enough." Clutching her stomach and putting on an exaggerated show of pain, Kali shot a glance at Citrine before turning back to Hastings. "But Hastings, my stomach really hurts." She'd been his little sister since childhood; after a moment's hesitation, Hastings finally gave in.
He looked over at Citrine, clearly uncomfortable. "Citrine, I'm going to run out and grab something for Kali. Could you wait here for me?" "I knew you'd always look after me, Hastings," Kali beamed, shooting Citrine a triumphant glance-her smugness barely concealed.
Citrine sat silently to the side, listening to the two of them. Her face betrayed nothing, but when she caught the victorious glint in Kali's eye, she curled her lips in a disdainful smirk.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIdiot. As if Hastings means anything to me. Does she really think this would bother me? Let's be honest-even if Hastings bought her tampons or changed them himself, Citrine couldn't care less.
Kali kept clutching her stomach and whining in pain, and Hastings started to grow anxious. Not bothering to wait for Citrine's response, he hurried out the door.
Citrine didn't spare him so much as a glance.
Once he left, the private lounge was reduced to just Citrine and Kali.
Kali immediately dropped the act. She stood up, looming over Citrine, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "See? Hastings has always cared formost. He's even willing to buy my tampons." Citrine arched an eyebrow and delivered her words with biting indifference. "Guess you have no shame, huh? Making him buy your tampons and all." Kali's face twisted with malice. "You... You're the shameless one! If you hadn't used your cheap tricks to seduce Hastings, why would he even bother with you?" Citrine rose from the couch, standing face-to-face with her.
"So, you seem pretty obsessed with Hastings, don't you?" Kali offered no reply.
Suddenly, Citrine laughed, her tone razor-sharp. "But I remember you used to fawn over Sebastian Vesper. What do you think he'd say if he found out you're pining after him while making another guy buy you tampons? Wouldn't it just make him sick to his stomach?" "You..." Kali's face went pale as she jabbed an accusing finger at Citrine, but no words came.
Citrine watched as the foundation on Kali's cheeks did nothing to hide her ashen complexion. She didn't let up. "Tell me, Kali-do you like Sebastian or is it Hastings, or maybe you're greedy enough for both?" "You... You're talking nonsense!" Kali's face drained of color.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCitrine had no patience for this. She turned to leave, but before she could take a step, Kali suddenly flung herself at the corner of the coffee table. Blood began to seep down her leg.
The scene overlapped with one from Citrine's past life, sending a chill down her spine. A sudden sense of dawn! foreboding crept over her. Just then, the door burst open.
Hastings stood in the doorway, a bag of tampons in hand, his face contorted with shock as he took in the scene.
The bag slipped from his grasp, falling to the floor. He rushed to Kali's side, panic written all over his En features. "Kali, what happened?!" Seeing the worry in his eyes, Kali's own gaze flickered with satisfaction.
She pressed a hand to her wound and said pitifully, "It's nothingo m Hastings, Iowasn't Citrine's fault-she didn't mean it." Before Hastings could say a word, Theo and Quentin pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
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