Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Cameron Appears

Downstairs, at the dining table, the morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Cameron sat frozen, his eyes locked on the girl seated across from him. Her delicate, captivating features, sparkling eyes brimming with life, and an almost otherworldly presence halted him mid-sip of his coffee. His mouth hung open in disbelief as he stammered, “Y-You… who are you? What are you doing in my brother’s house?”

Lilian tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face. “Brother?” she repeated slowly. “You mean Sebastian?”

Cameron nodded, still trying to process the situation. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“So, Sebastian is your brother?” she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.

Cameron gave a small, amused grin. “Not exactly. But because of the kind of respect he commands, everyone calls him ‘brother’ as a form of courtesy.”

Lilian nodded thoughtfully, beginning to grasp the dynamic. Suddenly, Cameron’s expression sharpened with urgency as if a crucial detail had just come to mind. He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “But seriously, you still haven’t told me—what exactly are you doing in Sebastian’s house?”

Lilian took a casual sip of her porridge, unfazed. “You should ask Sebastian.”

As if on cue, a deep, magnetic voice responded from the staircase. “Picked her up on the road.”

Sebastian descended the stairs with a relaxed, effortless grace, hands tucked into his pockets. His face, even in the soft morning light, was impossibly handsome, radiating a lazy indifference that seemed to define him.

Cameron nearly spilled his coffee in shock. “Wait, what? Since when do you start picking people up off the street? That’s so unlike you.”

Without hesitation, Sebastian settled down beside Lilian, casting her a faint, knowing smile. “She’s an interesting little thing. Would’ve been a shame not to bring her back.”

Then, with surprising gentleness, he picked up a boiled egg from the platter, carefully peeling it so not a single fragment of shell remained. He placed it delicately on a small plate in front of Lilian. His tone softened as he said, “Don’t just drink soup. You’re still growing. Eat something nutritious.” He added a few more side dishes to her plate, his movements calm and precise.

Cameron watched the scene unfold, utterly bewildered. It was like a stampede of wild horses had just trampled through his mind. Was this really the Sebastian he’d known all these years? The cold, ruthless Sebastian? The one who had people waiting on him hand and foot like a king?

And here he was, peeling eggs for a girl.

Lilian, completely at ease, dug into her food with a happy appetite. If someone was offering to serve her, why not enjoy it?

When her plate was empty, Sebastian’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. Without a word, he quietly refilled her plate.

Meanwhile, across the table, Cameron’s gaze was distant, almost glazed over. Could this truly be the same Sebastian he’d known for over a decade? Wasn’t aloofness and mercilessness his default mode? And hadn’t he always been obsessively clean and distant, especially around women?

His mind practically burned trying to reconcile the scene before him. Sebastian… willingly touching a girl? Even if she wasn’t technically a fully grown woman yet, it was still shocking.

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