Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 405

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 405**
**Chapter 405 About Trust**

The moment Manny’s words echoed in his mind, a wave of frustration surged through Sebastian. Without a second thought, he hurled his phone onto the passenger seat, the device bouncing slightly before settling in place. He pressed down on the accelerator, the engine roaring to life as he sped toward The Square, his heart pounding with a mix of urgency and anticipation.

As he arrived, his gaze was instantly drawn to Lillian, who sat on the stone steps, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the bustling square. She had curled herself into a tight ball, her arms wrapped around her legs, and her head rested heavily on her knees. The sight tugged at his heart; her high heels lay discarded beside her, and her delicate toes were a striking shade of red, clearly chilled by the evening air.

Sebastian approached her with a soft tread, careful not to disturb the fragile peace that surrounded her. As he drew closer, he noticed the way her brows knitted together, betraying the turmoil even in her sleep. It was evident that her rest was far from tranquil; she seemed to be wrestling with some unseen demons in her dreams.

With a gentle smile playing on his lips, he knelt beside her and carefully lifted her into his arms, feeling the warmth of her body against his. To his delight, she instinctively shifted closer, seeking comfort in his embrace, her body relaxing as she slipped back into a deeper slumber.

He gazed down at her, his heart swelling with affection. “Can’t you trust me just a little more?” he whispered softly, the words escaping his lips like a prayer, hoping she could somehow hear him even in her dreams.

Time passed, and Lillian remained blissfully unaware of the world around her until she awoke naturally, the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains. A quick glance around confirmed her suspicions; she was back in her own bedroom. The familiarity of her surroundings brought a sense of comfort, and she didn’t need to ponder how she had returned home.

After a brisk wash, she made her way downstairs, where Louis greeted her with a warm smile that brightened the room. “Ms. Harrington, you’re awake,” he announced, his cheerful tone making her feel instantly more at ease.

Lillian nodded, a hint of curiosity lacing her voice. “Where’s Sebastian?”

As if summoned by her very words, Sebastian appeared from the direction of the dining room. Clad in casual home attire, he exuded a softness that was almost disarming, a stark contrast to his usual polished demeanor.

“Not bad,” he said with a playful grin, “the first thing you do upon waking is look for me; that definitely deserves a reward.” He leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek, the warmth of his lips lingering long after he pulled away.

Then, with a mock seriousness that made her smile, he added, “But remember, rewards come with their own set of punishments. Last night, you didn’t wait for me; you left on your own, and there was a distinct lack of faith in your man. That surely merits some form of punishment.”

Lillian chuckled, tilting her head to meet his gaze, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “And what exactly do you consider a fitting punishment?” she asked, her tone light yet curious.

He paused, his expression shifting to one of quiet resolve. “Your punishment,” he declared, locking eyes with her, “is that you will marry me when you turn twenty. I will grant you two more years of freedom—just two. After that, you will be mine, and your entire life will belong to me.”

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