Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Two Years Later

Two years had quietly slipped by.

At Light Estate, the master bedroom on the second floor exuded an aura of refined elegance without ostentation. Plush carpets muffled every footstep, while sunlight poured generously through towering windows. A gentle breeze stirred the sheer curtains, causing them to sway and bathe the room in a warm, golden glow.

Resting on the sleek black bed was a young woman, lying still and peaceful. The sunlight delicately traced the soft contours of her face, her dark hair spread like tangled seaweed across the pale-gold sheets. Her skin resembled finely carved jade, smooth and flawless, and her features had matured into a striking beauty that hinted at the woman she was becoming.

The door creaked open ever so slightly.

A man entered with deliberate steps, his presence commanding yet controlled. He wore a perfectly tailored double-breasted coat, its sharp lines enhancing his austere elegance. The two years had refined him further—his charm deepened, yet his demeanor had grown colder, sharper.

He moved quietly to her bedside and sat down, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her shoulder. His gaze softened, a rare tenderness flickering as he studied her calm, unchanging face.

Nearly two years had passed. Even in sleep, her body had grown, her features becoming more defined. Her long lashes fanned over her cheeks, casting delicate shadows. The innocent softness of childhood had faded, replaced by the poised form of a woman whose eyes, if ever opened, could shatter hearts.

If it weren’t for the subtle rise and fall of her breath, and the faint echo of the words she had spoken before slipping into this state, Sebastian sometimes wondered if his sanity might have unraveled long ago.

His fingers traced the curve of her cheek, and for the first time in a long while, a gentle smile touched his lips. Leaning forward, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

“Little lazybones,” he whispered softly. “Good morning. I have to step out today, so I won’t be able to stay. Sleep well—I’ll be back for dinner tonight.”

Carefully, he tucked the quilt around her slender frame before rising to leave.

As he turned away, the faintest movement stirred beneath the covers—her fingers twitched ever so slightly.

Downstairs, Foster waited patiently. The moment Sebastian descended, he stepped forward with a respectful nod. “Sir, the meeting is set. All department heads are present.”

A small smile tugged at her lips. She slipped on a pale yellow cardigan and a pair of shoes, then opened the door.

As she descended the staircase, the maids froze mid-task. One dropped her rag with a loud clatter, eyes wide with shock at the sight of the girl.

Lillian moved down the steps with quiet grace, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Is something wrong?” she asked softly.

Just then, Louis entered from outside. He began to scold the servants for their inattentiveness, but then caught sight of her.

His words caught in his throat. “M-Ms… Ms. Lillian?”

Her smile broadened, her eyes shining brightly. “It’s been a while, Louis. I’m hungry.”

His eyes immediately reddened with emotion, his voice trembling. “Yes—of course! I’ll have the kitchen start preparing something right away!” He hurried off, unable to hide the joy swelling in his heart.