Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 344

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 344**
**CONTENT: Chapter 344 Wisteria**

As Sebastian stepped into the garden, he was instantly enveloped by a kaleidoscope of colors, the golden sunlight filtering through the lush foliage and illuminating the vibrant flowers that danced in the gentle breeze. Yet, amidst this visual symphony, his gaze was irresistibly drawn to one figure—Lillian. Clad in a comfortable tracksuit that accentuated her figure, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, she radiated an effortless charm that captivated him. A towel casually draped around her neck completed the picture of serenity, and he found himself entranced by the sight of her bent over, her hands buried in the rich, dark soil, utterly absorbed in her gardening. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she animatedly chatted with the gardener, and he felt a warmth spread through him, making it impossible to look away.

A nearby servant noticed Sebastian’s lingering presence and straightened up, offering a respectful nod. “Sir,” he greeted, his voice tinged with deference.

Sebastian acknowledged him with a slight nod, but his thoughts were already racing as he moved closer to Lillian. “What are you up to?” he asked, his tone light and teasing, curiosity bubbling beneath the surface.

“Planting wisteria,” she replied, her hands skillfully working the soil, the earth crumbling and shifting beneath her fingertips as if it were responding to her touch.

“Wisteria?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise, genuine intrigue sparking within him. “And what exactly is that?”

At that moment, Lillian lifted her gaze to meet his, a playful glimmer dancing in her eyes. “I can’t believe the illustrious Mr. Whitmore of Kingston doesn’t even know what wisteria is. You really don’t live in the same world as the rest of us, do you?”

The nearby servants stifled their laughter, exchanging amused glances as they witnessed the rare spectacle of their formidable master being so effortlessly teased. It was a brief, delightful reprieve from the usual formality that enveloped their lives.

Sebastian cleared his throat, trying to mask his discomfort with a veneer of seriousness. “Is it really that significant?” he asked, feigning indifference, though a part of him was eager to learn more.

“Of course it is,” Lillian replied, her tone shifting to earnestness, though her lips curled into a soft smile that melted away any tension. “But don’t worry if you don’t know. I know enough for both of us. Wisteria is a climbing vine—it twists and turns until it bursts forth with cascading purple blossoms that resemble butterflies. When in season, the petals scatter like gentle rain, creating purple garlands that sway gracefully in the wind. Just like the verse: ‘The wisteria climbs the cloud-touched trees, its blossoms best in spring. Songbirds hide in its dense leaves, the breeze carrying beauty.’ Most importantly, in the language of flowers, it symbolizes everlasting love and the reluctance to part from one’s beloved. Isn’t that just beautiful?”

Sebastian, moved by her passion, stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, his heart softening as he inhaled the comforting scent of her presence. “So, does that mean you feel happy right now?” he asked, his voice low and intimate, the world around them fading into a distant hum.

She paused, smoothing the soil in the flowerpot and setting her tools aside with a contented sigh. “Yes, happier than I’ve ever been. That’s why I want to commemorate this moment. When the wisteria blooms, I’ll remember the love you once gave me.”

With a gentle tug, Sebastian took the towel from around her neck, using it to wipe the dirt from her hands with a tenderness that spoke volumes. “You won’t need to rely on memories,” he said, his voice steady and resolute. “I’ve already promised you—I’ll make sure every single day of your life is happier than the one before.”

With that heartfelt declaration, he intertwined his fingers with hers, leading her back toward the manor, where the tantalizing aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, beckoning them inside.

As they entered, Louis had already set the table, the spread looking inviting and warm, every detail meticulously arranged. Just as they settled into their seats, Cameron shuffled in, appearing disheveled and defeated. He wore a wrinkled white tee, Hawaiian shorts, and flip-flops, a bamboo cane slung across his back. His hair was a chaotic mess, and the faint scent of alcohol clung to him like a stubborn shadow. He looked like a man who had faced the world and lost.

Sebastian frowned, concern etching itself across his features. “What on earth happened to you? You look like you’ve been mugged.”

Lillian couldn’t suppress her amusement and covered her smile with her hand. “Impossible! Mr. Cameron could never be mugged. No, this must be the latest look from fashion week, right?”

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