Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Our Home

That evening, Sebastian didn’t hesitate—he took Lillian directly to Ravenwood Manor without a word. The sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of the grand estate, its imposing silhouette outlined against the night sky. Lillian’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and confusion flickering across her face as she stared at the mansion. “This is…?”

Sebastian’s voice was calm but filled with certainty. “Our home. From now on, whenever we’re in Kingston, this is where we’ll be.”

Lillian bit her lip, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind. “But Karina is still at the hotel. If I don’t return tonight, she’ll worry.” Despite having lived under the same roof with Sebastian for quite some time and trusting he wouldn’t cross any boundaries, a nervous flutter still stirred in her chest.

Noticing her shy, uneasy expression, Sebastian couldn’t resist a playful tease. “What, are you afraid I’ll turn into a wolf at night and gobble you up?”

The moment hung in the air, charged with a sudden tension before Sebastian’s light laughter broke through. He reached out and gently tousled her hair. “Lillian, I’ll wait for you to grow up.”

He added softly, “But since you’re by my side, I won’t let you out of my sight. I’ve already arranged for someone to inform your team, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

Caught in the depths of his steady gaze, Lillian found herself nodding almost unconsciously.

Sebastian smiled warmly, opened her door, and said, “Come on, let me show you our home.”

Those two words—our home—resonated deeply within her. After drifting between two separate lives for so long, someone had finally claimed this place as theirs together.

As they stepped out of the car, Louis was already waiting by the grand entrance, his familiar calm presence reassuring.

“Louis? Weren’t you in Solara?” Lillian asked, recalling his presence there just before she left.

Louis returned a gentle smile. “Miss Lillian, from the day you arrived in Kingston, Master sent me ahead. He was concerned you might not be properly cared for.”

Lillian glanced at Sebastian, a new realization dawning on her—how much had he done quietly behind the scenes for her?

Sebastian’s smirk deepened. “Don’t give me that look. Otherwise, I might lose control. After all, I am a man.”

Her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink.

Louis chuckled softly as he observed the young couple, feeling a quiet relief settle over him.

“Sir, Miss Lillian’s room is ready. It’s right next to yours.”

A man reclined on a plush sofa, his refined, gentle features radiating a calm warmth. His long legs were crossed casually, and his relaxed posture exuded a noble grace. In his hands, he flipped through a script, though his mind seemed elsewhere.

From the kitchen, a middle-aged woman appeared, carrying a glass of milk. She set it down carefully on the table and spoke with gentle concern, “Randall, you need to rest. Stop reading those scripts for a while.”

Randall pushed the papers aside, lifted the glass, and answered in a hoarse voice, “I’m fine. Just a little rest is all I need. How’s the investigation I asked you to handle?”

Winona reached into her bag and pulled out a folder, handing it over. “The girl’s name is Lillian. She was a student at Riverdale High School. Two years ago, she went viral online for a brief time, then disappeared. Recently, she was spotted at an airport, but there have been no updates since.”

Randall scanned the sparse report. Aside from what Winona had mentioned, there was almost nothing else of significance. The attached photo showed a girl of breathtaking beauty, her elegance understated—but the image captured only a fraction of her true presence. The lack of information was suspicious in itself. There was only one plausible explanation: someone had deliberately concealed her trail.

Noticing his silence, Winona asked cautiously, “Should we try to contact her? See if she has any wishes? Maybe we could help her—perhaps even support her rise in the entertainment world—”

Randall shook his head, pushing the papers aside and looking up. “No. With her talents, if she wanted fame, she would have claimed it already. She clearly has no interest in that. If fate wills it, our paths will cross again.”

He set down the empty glass and rose, heading upstairs, leaving the quiet room behind.