Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 230

Sebastian guided Lillian gently toward the lounge, carefully placing a plate of food before her as he began attending to her with his usual attentive care. Over time, Lillian had grown accustomed to his thoughtful gestures; more than that, she secretly cherished the way he looked after her.

With deliberate patience, he peeled the shells off the seafood, revealing the tender meat beneath, which he then arranged neatly on a small plate and slid toward her. His voice softened, carrying a warmth that made her heart flutter. “Just try a little now. When we get home, I’ll cook you some ribs—your favorite.”

Lillian swallowed the bite in her mouth and shot him a teasing look. “Are you trying to fatten me up or something?”

Sebastian’s fingertip brushed lightly across her nose, his eyes shining with quiet affection. “No one this adorable could ever be fattened up. You’re by my side, and of course, I need to make sure you’re well-fed. Otherwise, what kind of fiancé would I be?”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Since when did you become my fiancé? No one told me that.”

“The moment I first laid eyes on you,” Sebastian replied, locking his gaze with hers—steady, tender, and full of promise. “In this lifetime, you can only ever be my wife.”

A warm blush crept across Lillian’s cheeks as she lowered her head, focusing on the food before her, trying to hide the fluttering in her heart.

At that moment, Everly and Cary entered the lounge. The sight that met them stopped them dead in their tracks: Lillian sitting quietly, eating, while Sebastian lounged on the sofa, one leg casually crossed over the other, his eyes soft and unwavering as they watched her.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, the scene radiating a tender warmth that seemed almost like a moment captured in a painting.

Everly’s eyes burned with a jealousy so fierce it could have ignited flames, yet in this intimate setting, she had no choice but to swallow the bitterness down.

Sensing the venom in Everly’s gaze, Lillian lifted her eyes slowly, a lazy, confident smile curving her lips. Aside from being pretty and knowing how to pout, this woman really had nothing else going for her. To act so boldly at an event like this—was Cary blind, or just senile?

Sebastian didn’t even glance their way. Instead, he gently ran his hand through Lillian’s hair, his voice low and soothing. “Eat a little more. Don’t let the irrelevant distract you.”

Though his tone was quiet, it carried clearly across the room, every word reaching the ears of those present.

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