FakeNovelChapter 733 Citrine was just about to speak when Sebastian suddenly leaned in, his handsface coming so close she could see every gentle line of his expression. His gaze softened to something almost unbearably tender. "Are you really willing to miss out on this?" Citrine had already been wavering-she did want to see the show. Hearing Sebastian's low voice made up her mind. "Alright, let's go." Sebastian's lips curled in a satisfied little smile.
Together, they headed down to the beach.
By now, the shoreline had been transformed. A stage stood beneath strings of lights, pulsing with the beat of a DJ who had everyone's adrenaline running high. Up onstage, beautiful men and women moved their hips to the music, their silhouettes alive with energy. Down below, tourists—sstanding, slounging on the sand- sang along and danced, every now and then shouting and laughing with pure delight. The whole place buzzed with excitement.
In this kind of atmosphere, it was impossible to remember anything sad.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine and Sebastian found a spot to sit, ordering a few drinks so they could both catch a pleasant buzz-after all, it just wouldn't feel right to soak up this scene without a little alcohol.
Citrine ordered four bottles, intending for them to each have two. But somehow, she ended up downing three of them herself, leaving Sebastian with just one.
Even then, Citrine felt like it wasn't enough. Smiling, she waved to the server.
"One more, please!" Sebastian glanced at her flushed cheeks, his expression shifting with concern. "You're already this drunk, and you still want more?" Citrine, squinting in a tipsy haze, reached for the fresh bottle. But just as her fingers brushed the glass, a strong, steady hand closed gently around her wrist.
"Hey, that's enough," Sebastian said softly.
Without waiting for her reply, he turned to the server and shook his head. "No more drinks for her, thanks. She's had enough." "Why won't you lethave another?" Citrine protested, her mood instantly soured.
Sebastian steadied her in her seat, his voice low and coaxing. "You're already drunk. If you drink any more, you'll just end up with a headache." He ruffled her hair affectionately. "Con, be good." "Fine, fine. I'll listen," Citrine muttered, her head lolling, completely unguarded.
Watching her stubbornly wobbling head, Sebastian couldn't hold back a quiet laugh. "You're actually kind of adorable when you're drunk." Suddenly, a commotion rippled through the crowd at the stage.
Sebastian looked up to see a man down on one knee, facing a girl a few feet away. The girl was covering her face, clearly overwhelmed, stumbling back as if startled by what was happening.
☐ The man on his knee grew anxious as she retreated. He called out, "Ady, don't be scared I'm not proposing!" The girl's eyes darted away, desperate for the moment to end.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut the man wasn't about to back down. He looked dead serious.
"Ady, we've known each other for five years. You're passionate about om fashion design, but you gave up your chance to study abroad for me.
You're gentle by nature, but you argued for the first tin your vel life because of me. You remember all my favorite things. I can feel that you care about me, just like I care about you. I love you, and you know that."
He drew a shaky breath. "But what I can't understand is why do youn always run away whenever I bring up our relationship? Why do you avoid this, when I know you care?" He hesitated, pain etched in his brow. "All this time, I was too scared
to break the ice between us. I was afraid that if you rejected me, we'd lose even our friendship, and that was a risk bcdufan't take. But now I get it. I like you. If I don't take a chance now, I'll just regret it someday-and I don't want any regrets."
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