Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 697

**Chapter 697: Matchmaking**

On the balcony, the night air was thick with tension and unspoken words.

Janet extended her hand toward the man, an invitation wrapped in curiosity. Yet, he merely flicked his gaze toward her outstretched palm, showing no inclination to take it. Instead, he raised the glass of wine to his lips, savoring the rich flavor, before setting the empty vessel down with a deliberate clink on the nearby table. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving,” he stated coolly, turning on his heel and striding toward the side door, his back a fortress against her advances.

Unfazed by the rejection, Janet retracted her hand with a lazy smile playing on her lips. “Interesting,” she mused quietly to herself, a spark of intrigue dancing in her eyes. “You’ve become even more fascinating than I remembered from a few years ago.” Her thoughts lingered on the man’s aloof demeanor, a puzzle she found herself wanting to solve.

At that moment, Martha approached her daughter, scrutinizing her face for any signs of interest. “Well? Are you feeling intrigued now?” she asked, a hint of hope lacing her tone.

Janet’s expression shifted, cooling into a mask of annoyance. “Mom, you really ought to stay out of my affairs,” she replied with a hint of exasperation. “Do you truly believe that a man in his position can be easily managed? It’s far simpler to find a sheep than to try and tame a wolf.” Her words dripped with a mix of sarcasm and truth, reflecting her frustration at her mother’s incessant meddling.

Martha’s displeasure was palpable. “What kind of theory is that? I’m telling you, I’ve already spoken to Uriel. I asked her to help bring you two together. You need to take initiative! If you let this opportunity slip through your fingers, you’ll be the one regretting it later.” Her voice was firm, yet tinged with a mother’s concern.

Annoyed, Janet shot her mother a withering look. “Mom, what do you think I am? This isn’t the 18th century! Are you seriously trying to set me up for an arranged marriage? If I find him appealing, I’ll chart my own course. But right now, we’re not even on friendly terms. Why would you put me in such an awkward position?” With a huff, she turned on her heel and made her way toward the grand ballroom, her mind swirling with thoughts of defiance.

Martha muttered under her breath, “I’m only doing this for your own good! Why else would I care so much? You’re so ungrateful.” Her voice trailed off as Janet walked away, leaving her mother to stew in her frustration.

Meanwhile, after exiting the banquet hall, Sebastian climbed into his car and drove toward his castle, the weight of the evening pressing heavily on his shoulders.

Upon arriving, he stepped out to find two rows of servants standing at attention, their faces a mask of respect. “Sir,” they greeted in unison, their voices a chorus of deference.

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