Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 513

**Chapter 513: Mr. Merrick’s Decision**

Lillian murmured in a haze, her voice laced with a poignant sense of grievance. “I don’t like it when other people like you,” she confessed, her heart aching with possessiveness. “I just want you all to myself. When too many people admire you… it wears me out.” As the weight of her emotions bore down on her, tears began to escape from the corners of her eyes, glistening as they traced down her cheeks.

Sebastian observed the little girl before him, and an overwhelming bittersweet ache tightened in his chest. He tenderly wiped away her tears with his thumb, whispering softly, “Silly girl.” His heart ached for her innocence, knowing all too well the complexities of love and affection.

The following morning, Lillian finally stirred from her slumber, the sun high in the sky, nearly signaling noon. She groaned, rubbing her throbbing head, and when her gaze fell upon the man sprawled on the sofa, wearing that familiar teasing grin, a flood of memories from the previous night crashed over her like an unexpected wave.

With a startled yelp, she yanked the blanket over her head, seeking refuge from her own embarrassment. “Sebastian, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have drunk so much. I shouldn’t have ignored your calls. I shouldn’t have stayed out all night!” The words tumbled out in a rush, her voice muffled by the blanket.

“And?” Sebastian approached the edge of the bed, his expression a mix of amusement and concern as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with warmth.

Lillian hesitated, a moment of silence stretching between them before she muttered, “That’s all.” The admission hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings.

Sebastian, not one to let her off the hook easily, tugged the blanket down, his hands framing her face as he leaned in closer. “You shouldn’t have doubted my love for you. And you definitely shouldn’t have gone out drinking with another man.” His voice was firm yet gentle, a reminder of the bond they shared.

“I was wrong, Mr. Whitmore,” Lillian replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not that I don’t believe you; it’s just that sometimes, I struggle to believe in myself.” In truth, aside from her master, Sebastian was the only person in the world she felt she could genuinely trust.

Seeing the flicker of sorrow in her eyes, Sebastian sighed deeply, his heart aching for her vulnerability. He pulled her into his embrace, wrapping her in warmth and comfort. “What am I going to do with you?” he murmured, his voice softening as he held her close, wishing to shield her from all her doubts.

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