Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Sebastian’s Jealousy

The sleek black car came to a smooth stop in front of the grand Imperial Hotel. The valet and hotel staff quickly moved forward, eager to open the door for their distinguished guest.

First out stepped a pair of long, impeccably shaped legs, followed closely by a face so flawlessly chiseled it seemed almost unreal—captivating enough to steal anyone’s breath away, yet exuding such an air of authority that no one dared to stare too long.

A man in his thirties, exuding the confidence of a seasoned professional, approached swiftly. Holding out a room keycard, he spoke in a low, respectful voice, “Mr. Whitmore, here is the key to the room you requested.”

Sebastian shot him a brief, measured glance before Foster smoothly took the card from the man’s hand.

Inside the car, Lillian lay deeply asleep, utterly drained. She had pushed herself to the limit today; ever since stepping out of the spatial realm, her body had been weighed down by exhaustion. Though her spiritual energy had somewhat replenished, her physical form remained completely depleted.

When they reached the room, Sebastian took the key from Foster, his tone cool and commanding. “Wait outside.” Without another word, he swiped the card, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

On any other day, Lillian would have sensed his presence the moment he entered. But tonight, fatigue had dulled her senses; she was too weary to notice her sanctuary being breached.

Sebastian moved quietly through the room, catching the faintest trace of her scent lingering in the air. His sharp eyes softened as the warm glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the bed, revealing the girl peacefully asleep.

Her breathing was steady and calm, her long hair gently tousled across her forehead. Her delicate face bore a soft flush from sleep, framed by long lashes that rested lightly on her cheeks.

She lay curled in on herself, a posture that spoke volumes—an instinctive gesture born of vulnerability and a need for security. He knew that well. She must have been utterly drained to let her guard down so completely.

With deliberate care, Sebastian lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. His deep, penetrating gaze lingered on her sleeping face as he tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair away from her forehead.

It was almost unbelievable that someone so young could possess such extraordinary medical skills. Thoughts of what Fawks had said earlier sent a sharp pang of jealousy through him—a jealousy born from not being there to witness it firsthand.

Suddenly, a cool, sharp scent filled the air, accompanied by an intense, fiery gaze. Lillian’s eyes snapped open, her senses instantly alert. Before her vision could fully clear, her fingers flicked—a silver needle shot out with deadly precision.

Sebastian reacted instantly, dodging the needle and pinning her effortlessly against the bed. His low chuckle brushed against her ear. “Lillian, are you seriously trying to assassinate your own husband?”

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