NovelXXXChapter 344 Hastings hauled his luggage behind Citrine, trailing her in silence before he finally spoke up. "I underestimated you before. You're... impressive. And you've got real character." To give away over forty Vitaflux capsules without a second thought-most people wouldn't dream of doing that. He genuinely admired her generosity. If the roles were reversed, he doubted he could be as selfless as Citrine. Citrine paused, turning back to flash him a playful grin. "Funny. Wasn't it you just a while ago threatening to kill me? Now you're all sweet and attentive. Don't tellyou've fallen for me?" She clapped a hand over her mouth, feigning shock.
Hastings pressed his lips together, scowling. "Don't flatter yourself. There's no way I'd fall for a brat like you." Citrine snorted and shot back, "Oh really? Who was it the other night looking all pitiful, asking if you could cfindand insisting on givingyour necklace?" "You-" Hastings hadn't expected her to bring up that night. His face darkened with embarrassment.
He glared at her, stubborn as ever. "Don't worry. I'm never going to like you." He wasn't sure if he was trying to convince her-or himself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStubborn mutt.
Citrine couldn't be bothered to argue. She hopped into the car, tossing her bag onto the passenger seat, then called out to Hastings.
"Here, take your junk back. Why don't you save it for Kali? I don't need it." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the necklace Hastings had put around her neck that night, tossing it back to him without a second glance.
Hastings lunged to catch it, terrified it might hit the ground.
He clutched the necklace tightly, glaring at Citrine. "Junk? This is the most important thing I own!" It was the last keepsake from his mother-his most treasured possession.
And this damn girl just called it junk.
After seeing Hastings' face nearly every day recently, Citrine was getting sick of the sight of him. She rolled her eyes. "If it's really that important, save it for someone who matters. I'm not interested." With that, she slammed her foot on the gas and sped off, leaving him standing in a cloud of dust.
Hastings stood there, staring after the disappearing car, breathing hard-then let out a half-laugh of exasperation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnbelievable. He'd never met anyone so infuriating.
And hell, she was only eighteen.
Life in the barracks these past weeks had been rough. So once she got back to Verona Heights, Citrine treated herself to a long, luxurious shower before leisurely heading to campus.
She'd been away for over a month, training with the Vermillion Vanguard, and hadn't attended d d classes at all during that time. Plenty of people at school were annoyed by her absence, though Citrine herself was completely unaware of the brewing discontent.
As soon as she got back to her dorm, Ingrid and the others filled her in on the latest uproar on the university's official social media.
Citrine pulled up the school's account and scrolled. Sure enough, undem every post from God University, there were a string of student comments. She glanced through a few. None of them were flattering.
"First-year med student Citrine Carmichael skips class for over a month and the school does nothing? Is she being protected or what?" "Seriously? How did trash like this even get into Crestwood? Is it that easy to get in now?" "With students like her studying medicine, I have to ask-what hospital would hire her? What patient would trust her with surgery?" "She's a bad influence. The school should just expel her already." "With people like her, it's only a matter of tbefore Crestwood's reputation goes down the drain."
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