Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220 Austin Estate

Sebastian tightened his arms around het, pulling her close, his deep, magnetic voice soft as he murmured. “I’m sorry. Lillian. I made you worry. It won’t happen again.”

He understood her fear. When Unno had told him how she’d charged into the rainforest without a second thought, steady and unflinching as she searched for him, he could hardly believe it. He couldn’t imagine how terrified she must have been, how every step must have been weighted with dread, yet she never showed it, she’d stayed calm, strong, until the moment in the cave when her strength finally cracked. Remembering that, Sebastian’s heart clenched with a pain so sharp it was almost unbearable: the urge to burn the world down for her was overwhelming.

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She was still so young, his little girl, someone who should’ve been living the carefree life of a girl in her bloom, lighthearted, untouched by fear or pain. Instead, she had endured far too much, things no one her age should have had to face. It took a strength far beyond her years to have made it here, to him.

Lillian clung to his waist, her voice thick, trembling with emotion, “It’s alright… as long as you’re safe, nothing else matters. Promise me… no matter how dangerous it gets, you’ll stay alive. As long as you’re alive, I’ll find a way to bring you back.”

She knew there were things Sebastian had to do, responsibilities she couldn’t change; the last thing she wanted was to hold him back.

Hearing the quiet plea in her voice, Sebastian’s chest ached; his arms tightened around her as his hand smoothed over her hair, his tone low and tender. “Alright.”

Sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, spilling warmth across the sprawling European- style bed. Two figures lay entwined, holding each other close; in that moment, they were each other’s solace, their hearts finally opening without reservation.

Later, Lillian stretched out on a lounger in the garden, the sun warming her skin as she took in the breathtaking view of the estate, Sebastian’s world.

The white walls and black roof of the castle gleamed in the light, its bold, lavish Murican architecture impossible to ignore. There was nothing modest about it; luxury dripped from every line, every corner.

A circular fountain sparkled in the front, surrounded by manicured lawns and carefully curated greenery. The grounds stretched wide–three, maybe four football fields in size.

There was a pool; a golf course; a shooting range; a wine cellar–everything imaginable, everything opulent.

Fields of lavender swayed gently with the breeze, filling the air with a soft, intoxicating fragrance.

Taking it all in, Lillian finally grasped–just how powerful Sebastian truly was; it was a height she couldn’t even dream of reaching yet. For a brief moment, the realization stung.

But that’s okay, Mr. Whitmore is older; by the time I’ve grown stronger, I’ll stand beside him, too. That thought settled her heart, and she tilted her head back, letting the sun lull her into a light, peaceful doze while Sunny darted joyfully across the sprawling lawn.

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On the second floor, in the study, Sebastian stood at the window, gaze fixed on the girl below. She lay on the lounger in a flowing white sundress that trailed like water, delicate embroidery of deep–blue flowers dancing at the hem; the breeze teased the fabric, making it ripple like waves

Even from a distance, just looking at her filled him with a quiet, undeniable warmth.

Behind him. Foster stood silently, eyes flicking between his master and the soft smile curving the man’s lips. It was still a strange sight, seeing that expression–so gentle, so unguarded. But he knew exactly who Sebastian was watching, only Ms. Sinclair could draw that kind of smile from him.

And now, Foster finally understood why his master was so deeply taken with her. He could still remember the moment they’d found them in the cave–how this slip of a girl had somehow tracked Sebastian down in the endless expanse of the rainforest. Even the team of trained operatives had been humbled by it

Sebastian finally drew his gaze back from the window, his expression sharpening as he turned to Foster. “Has Unno found the ones who ambushed Lillian?” Just recalling the report of what had happened made his blood run cold.

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