Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Worry

Natalie couldn’t help but notice the distant, almost vacant expression in Lillian’s eyes as she stared down at her phone. It was unlike her—Lillian rarely showed such a defeated look, no matter how serious the circumstances. Gently, Natalie asked, “Lillian, is something wrong?”

With a quiet sigh, Lillian slipped the phone into her bag and forced a faint, almost fragile smile. “It’s nothing important. I was just thinking about how Jill and the others are doing at college.”

Natalie’s own sigh was heavier, tinged with sadness. “Yeah… They don’t really keep in touch with me much anymore. I guess it’s because of my brother… Jill was always so kind, but then he had to get involved with that Yan Joy.” Her voice faltered slightly, revealing the hurt beneath.

Lillian’s smile softened, sympathy shining through. “Your brother’s feelings are his own to control. We can’t dictate who someone chooses to love. But you have to believe Jill will find someone who truly cares for her, someone who deserves her.”

Natalie exhaled slowly, the sound heavy and laden with quiet hope. “I suppose that’s all we can do—hope. Oh, and Spring asked if we wanted to go shopping with her today. Are you interested?”

Without hesitation, Lillian shook her head. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t bring herself to like Spring. Even after Karina had discreetly looked into Spring’s background—a report that matched Spring’s story almost perfectly—something about the girl still felt… off. Over the past month, Spring had been nothing but polite and unassuming, always lingering close to Natalie. On the surface, everything seemed fine; yet deep down, Lillian’s instincts told her otherwise.

Natalie’s shoulders sagged slightly, disappointment flashing in her eyes. “Okay, I thought you might be too busy.”

Lillian caught the subtle letdown and offered a small, indulgent smile, shaking her head gently.

Later that afternoon, as classes ended and students poured out of the school gates, Lillian ambled lazily toward the exit. Suddenly, a sleek sports car screeched to a halt right in front of her.

The door swung open, and a boy stepped out, exuding a sharp, calculated charm. Dressed in black pants and ankle boots, his striking features were framed by a deliberately tousled look. Black sunglasses shielded his eyes, but the confident way he pulled them down revealed a smile he clearly believed to be utterly captivating.

High school girls nearby let out a chorus of delighted squeals at the sight.

He approached Lillian with one hand casually tucked into his pocket, flashing that practiced grin. “Hi, Lillian. I’m Daylen. You’ve probably heard of me.”

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