Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 14

Sebastian observed Lillian’s face as it transformed through a mixture of disbelief, surprise, and a sudden dawning understanding. Her bright, expressive eyes captivated him in a way that was entirely new. Unlike the polished, calculated looks of the high-society women he was used to, which often felt cold and lifeless, Lillian’s gaze held a lively charm that made her utterly endearing. A soft, almost shy smile played at the edges of her lips, adding to her innocent allure.

Without thinking, Sebastian reached out and gently pinched her cheek. The sensation was delicate—her skin was as smooth and flawless as the finest pearl, soft and warm beneath his fingertips.

The warmth of his touch snapped Lillian out of her reverie. She glanced at his withdrawing hand, her brows knitting together in mild annoyance. “Sebastian, can we please not be so touchy? Men and women should maintain a respectful distance,” she said firmly, trying to sound serious despite the slight blush coloring her cheeks.

Amused by the contrast between the little girl before him and her attempt to act like a grown woman, Sebastian couldn’t resist teasing her. “You’re not a woman yet. Right now, you’re still just a child,” he said with a playful smirk.

Lillian shot back with a teasing grin, “Then why are you flirting with me? Aren’t you ruining my precious childhood?” There was a spark of mischief in her voice.

“Well, little one, how about I make it up to you by treating you to lunch today?” Sebastian offered with a charming smile, lightly brushing her cheek once more.

He chuckled softly, then rose from his seat and began to ascend the stairs. Just as he reached the top step, Lillian called out, “Wait!”

He paused, turning back with a mock pout. “What’s the matter? Can’t bear to see me leave already?”

Lillian met his gaze, her eyes searching his as she recalled her mother’s last words. “Do you know Catherine Dawson?” she asked quietly.

Sebastian repeated the name slowly, trying to recall anyone by that name. “Catherine Dawson?” he said. “No, I don’t know anyone by that name. Who is she?”

A flicker of confusion crossed Lillian’s face. Why didn’t he know her? Why had her mother asked her to find him? Could it be that his family had some connection to her mother?

“Does your father know her?” she pressed.

Raising an eyebrow, Sebastian teased, “Trying to meet my parents already?”

Lillian froze for a moment, then flushed and snorted in mock irritation. “Stop being so full of yourself! I’m just asking a serious question!”

“Alright, Catherine Dawson, huh? I’ll ask my dad when I get the chance,” Sebastian promised with a grin.

Ignoring their playful banter, Lillian turned her gaze back toward the vast, shimmering sea beyond the window.

Sebastian’s parents had grown nearly desperate. After all, he was their only son and the sole heir to the family legacy. If Sebastian continued to avoid women, the family’s future would be in jeopardy.

But now, it seemed his health had improved, and he could no longer resist.

Meanwhile, Lillian slept restlessly, caught in the grip of troubling dreams.

In her mind’s eye, she relived a haunting moment from her past life—the fire in which she had perished. Just as consciousness slipped away, a strong arm had lifted her from the flames, pulling her to safety. The echo of urgent voices rang in her ears, rattling her nerves.

Suddenly, she bolted upright, blinking in confusion at the unfamiliar, brightly lit room around her. For a moment, she was disoriented, unsure of where she was.

“You’re awake,” came a calm voice. Turning her head, she saw Sebastian sitting beside her, flipping through some documents. His deep, intense eyes were fixed on her with a strange tenderness.

Lillian stared at his handsome face, caught in a daze. In that moment, his sharp features seemed to merge with the image of the man who had saved her in her previous life, blurring the lines between past and present.