Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Turmoil at the Banquet

Foster stood at the edge of the grand hall, his eyes fixed on the pair who moved through the crowd with an unabashed display of affection. Each gesture, each touch between Sebastian and Lillian, felt like a brutal strike to his chest, as if he’d been punched repeatedly without mercy. Since the moment the boss had brought Ms. Sinclair into his life, there had been no shortage of public displays of love—everywhere, all the time. It was as if Sebastian had flipped a switch, transforming from the cold, distant man everyone knew into someone almost unrecognizable. His subordinates whispered among themselves, half-joking that the man must have developed a second personality overnight, with no warning or transition.

As Sebastian and Lillian stepped through the towering doors of the castle, the banquet hall unfolded before them in all its splendor, dripping with rich Murican elegance. The walls were lined with intricate carvings, each detail painstakingly crafted, while golden highlights shimmered against bold, vibrant hues. The combination of colors and textures made the space feel both majestic and overwhelmingly luxurious.

Small groups of guests clustered here and there, engaged in lively conversations, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Glasses clinked merrily, the deep red of wine catching the light as waiters weaved gracefully among the guests, balancing trays with practiced ease. The scent of aged wine mingled with the faint aroma of polished wood and fresh flowers, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

Yet, the moment Sebastian and Lillian entered, a hush swept across the room like a sudden gust of wind. Sebastian Whitmore was something of a legend among Europe’s elite—a figure rarely seen at such gatherings. No one had expected him tonight, and the shock of his arrival rippled through the crowd.

What caught everyone’s breath, however, was the sight of him holding the hand of a young woman whose presence seemed almost otherworldly. Lillian moved with an ethereal grace, her beauty unlike anything the guests had encountered before. She wasn’t striking in the bold, sharp way that Western women often were; instead, she possessed a quiet, delicate charm, reminiscent of a mythical elf brought to life. Her features were soft yet captivating, radiating a unique allure that set her apart effortlessly.

Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice broke the silence. “Mr. Whitmore, what an honor to have you here. Forgive us for not welcoming you sooner.”

An older gentleman approached them with slow, deliberate steps, his demeanor commanding respect. Beside him stood Everly.

Everly was breathtaking in a flowing crimson gown that hugged her figure like a second skin, the fishtail hem sweeping the floor elegantly. Her glossy curls had been artfully gathered to one side, cascading over her shoulder in voluminous waves. Her makeup was flawless, enhancing her delicate features and giving her an almost regal air.

Lillian’s eyes briefly flicked toward the woman, and she couldn’t help but acknowledge—Everly was stunning. It was no surprise that the old earl doted on his granddaughter so openly.

Everly moved forward with a radiant smile, her voice smooth and sweet like honey. “Sebastian, I’m so pleased you came. I was beginning to fear you might not show.”

A chill ran down Lillian’s spine, goosebumps prickling along her arms. She instinctively rubbed them, trying to shake off the sudden unease.

Sebastian noticed immediately. “Are you cold?” he asked, concern lacing his tone.

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