Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 225

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Chapter 225: Stirring Jealousy

Lillian emerged from the steamy bath, the warmth still clinging to her skin, and immediately spotted him reclining effortlessly on the sofa in their bedroom. His long legs were crossed with an easy grace, and his hands rested casually atop his abdomen, radiating a calm confidence. The dim light caught the gleam in his dark eyes, which shimmered with a playful glint as they followed her every movement.

Her mind flickered to that woman again, and an angry heat began to rise within her chest. She clenched her jaw, swallowing the surge of irritation, and turned sharply toward the walk-in closet, determined to avoid confrontation. But barely had she taken a few steps when a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, lifting her clean off the floor. The familiar scent of him—warm, intoxicating—washed over her, stirring a complicated mix of emotions.

Sebastian’s intense obsidian eyes locked on hers, the corner of his mouth lifting into a wickedly charming smile. “Angry?” he teased softly.

“Put me down. Don’t touch me,” Lillian snapped, her eyebrows knitting tightly as she pressed her palms firmly against his broad chest, trying to push him away.

Instead of annoyance, Sebastian’s gaze softened, a tender amusement flickering in his eyes as he ignored her protests. Wordlessly, he carried her over to the sofa and gently set her down, tilting his head to meet her gaze. His fingers traced lightly along her chin, his voice low and rough like velvet brushing against her skin. “Lillian, you’re jealous.”

She jerked her head away, refusing to meet his eyes, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerability.

But Sebastian was relentless. He caught her chin again, compelling her to look into his dark, intent eyes, his tone rich with quiet delight. “Lillian… you’ve fallen for me.”

A sudden flush burned across her cheeks, her voice sharp with flustered indignation. “Who said I fell for you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close enough to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Lillian,” he murmured softly, “do you have any idea how happy your jealousy makes me? It means… it means I’m in your heart now.”

For years, he had stood by her side, yet she had always denied the truth between them. That denial left him restless, plagued by doubts. But now, in this moment, he was certain—she truly loved him.

“I don’t love you,” she said stubbornly, her voice sharp as she jabbed at the raw wound, “so go ahead and marry your blonde heiress.”

Sebastian laughed heartily. So that was it—his little girl was nothing but a tiny jar of vinegar, overflowing with jealousy. And somehow, in this state, she was unbearably endearing. With a fond smile, he said, “Lillian, I’m only ever going to marry you. Everly’s father did suggest an engagement, but I refused. No one—not even my family—gets to make that decision for me. So… trust me a little more, won’t you?”

She shoved him away, her eyes blazing with fierce determination. “That Ms. Everly is stunning. Don’t tell me—”

Sebastian brushed a finger gently across her nose, his gaze soft and indulgent. “Jealous little thing. You’re the girl I’ve carefully protected and raised. How could I ever look at anyone else? And really—do you think my taste is that terrible?”

Lillian narrowed her eyes, giving him a long, deliberate once-over. After a moment of silent evaluation, she nodded seriously. “You never know. I’ve heard men like women with… curves. Don’t you?”