Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Sebastian’s Irresistible Charm

A stunned hush fell over the crowd, everyone frozen in place by the breathtaking scene unfolding before them—including Stella. Though she had lived in Kingston for years, she had never encountered a man so strikingly handsome, so effortlessly commanding in his presence.

With fluid, confident steps, the man approached the young woman. His hand reached out gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. His voice was low, steady, and reassuring. “It’s over now.”

Lillian’s eyes curved into a soft smile. “Yes, it’s over,” she replied, her heart fluttering as she met his gaze. It was that breathless moment—the kind of moment when a hero appears just at the right time, exactly when you need him most.

“Then let’s go home,” Sebastian said, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a slight rasp as he slid his arm around her waist, guiding her toward the sleek black car waiting nearby.

Watching the pair, Stella bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a bright shade of red. She never imagined that this girl could hold such sway over him.

The crowd remained silent until the car vanished from sight, then slowly snapped out of their daze. Their faces still showed shock and disbelief. When had a man this formidable ever appeared in Kingston?

Suddenly, someone gasped from the crowd. “I remember now—he’s Mr. Whitmore. He controls the entire Murica economy. I saw him once at a charity gala, from a distance. There’s no way I’d mistake him.”

A ripple of astonished whispers spread through the onlookers.

News of the encounter quickly reached Geo.

In a sleek office, Lambert stood near the desk, glancing at his father, who remained perfectly composed as always.

After a moment’s pause, Geo wrote a single character on the paper before him. Studying it thoughtfully, he finally said in a calm voice, “Don’t worry. That girl will find her own path; there’s no need to overthink it.”

Lambert nodded quietly, accepting his father’s measured confidence.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Sebastian crouched down, slipping off Lillian’s heels before gently taking her foot in his hands and massaging it with tender care. “Feeling better?”

Lillian leaned lazily against his chest, her voice soft and relaxed. “Much better. I don’t think my feet were made for heels; wearing them all night felt like torture.”

Sebastian carefully rested her foot on his thigh, speaking warmly and indulgently. “You’re still too young for high heels. Stick to flats whenever you can.”

“I’m not that young,” she replied with a small smile. “I’ll be seventeen soon. Back in ancient times, girls my age were already married.” She thought to herself, Not to mention, with two lifetimes combined, I’m well over thirty. Hardly young at all.

Sebastian’s gaze softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Lillian, are you hinting that you’re ready to marry me?”

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