Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Everly

As Lillian stepped into the spacious living room, her eyes immediately landed on a striking woman standing there. She was dressed in a shimmering silver bodycon dress that hugged every curve of her figure perfectly. Draped casually over her shoulders was a luxurious wine-red fur coat, adding an air of opulence to her appearance.

Lillian had to admit, the woman had every reason to hold her head high. Her golden hair tumbled freely down her back in soft waves, catching the light just so, while her pale skin seemed to radiate a subtle glow under the warm illumination of the chandelier. Her features were sharp and delicate, so distinct and captivating that she easily stood out even in a country famed for its abundance of beauty.

Suddenly, Sunny, the little fox, spotted Lillian as if she had been waiting for her savior. The tiny creature darted across the room and leapt into Lillian’s arms, emitting two plaintive, almost pitiful whimpers. Lillian caught the mischievous sparkle in Sunny’s eyes—a sly look that betrayed the fox’s innocent act. Clearly, the little animal was playing the part of the helpless victim, having gotten exactly what it wanted.

Everly, finally noticing the unexpected visitor, regarded Lillian with a cool, assessing gaze. The soft glow from the palace lamps cast a faint bluish shimmer on Lillian’s dark hair, highlighting the fine arch of her eyebrows and the bright, star-like gleam in her eyes. There was something almost otherworldly about her presence—an ethereal aura that sent an inexplicable chill down Everly’s spine, stirring a vague sense of unease.

“Who are you?” Everly demanded sharply, her voice cutting through the quiet room. “And what are you doing here, on Sebastian’s estate?”

Lillian, unfazed, continued stroking Sunny’s soft fur with a lazy hand, her eyes half-lidded as she glanced at Everly. Her tone was calm, almost bored. “I’m curious—what exactly were you planning to do with my Sunny?”

Everly lifted her chin with an air of haughty pride. “So, this little creature belongs to you? Perfect. Your filthy beast dirtied my dress, so I’m taking it with me to teach it a lesson. No need to thank me.”

A soft, derisive laugh escaped Lillian’s lips, but she didn’t bother to look at Everly again. Instead, she turned toward the butler standing nearby. “Moses, would you bring me some ice cream? Thank you.” Without waiting for a reply, she strode toward the dining room, determined not to let this unwelcome interruption spoil her mood.

Everly’s face twisted with frustration as she watched Lillian move about the Austin Estate with an ease that bordered on ownership. Even Moses, the butler, treated her with the utmost respect. Rage flared in Everly’s eyes. “How dare you ignore me? Don’t you know who I am?”

Seated at the dining table, Lillian propped her chin on one hand, her voice dripping with languid amusement. “And you are? Should I know you?” She picked up a spoon and began scooping ice cream with casual indifference, not sparing Everly another glance.

Everly’s expression hardened. “Miss, as Sebastian’s fiancée, I have every right to exercise my authority and have you removed from this estate.”

Lillian arched a single eyebrow, the spoon clinking sharply as she dropped it back into the bowl. Her voice turned icy. “Sebastian’s fiancée? That’s quite the bold statement.”

She looked toward Moses. “Since when does Mr. Whitmore have a fiancée? I must have missed that announcement.”

“Our master does not have a fiancée,” Moses replied politely, maintaining his respectful posture.

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