Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 His Rejection

Cary wore a gentle smile as he spoke, “Miss, Everly has been spoiled by me ever since she was a child. She often speaks without thinking. I hope you won’t take her words too seriously.”

He continued with a calm tone, “Mr. Whitmore understands this well—after all, they’ve known each other for many years, and our families have always been close. So, hearing that he already has a fiancée might have stirred some emotions in her.”

Lillian’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile as she mulled over his words. How bold it was to hint at a special connection between Sebastian and his granddaughter. It was almost amusing to see such a subtle jab delivered so casually.

Looping her arm through Sebastian’s, she leaned in slightly, her soft pout adding a playful edge. “Sebastian, why is it that no matter where we go, there’s always someone claiming to be your childhood sweetheart? It feels like every woman tries to throw herself at you. I’m starting to get a little jealous.”

She had dealt with enough pampered heiresses in her past life to recognize their little games, and if Everly wanted to engage in such childish tactics, she was still far too inexperienced to pose any real threat.

Sebastian caught the mischievous sparkle in Lillian’s eyes and, amused, gently pinched her nose. “What nonsense are you spouting? I don’t have any childhood sweethearts. If meeting someone two or three times counts, then maybe I do have a few. But don’t start accusing me of things I haven’t done.”

Lillian nodded with mock seriousness. “That just proves how extraordinary you are.”

Everly stood silently nearby, watching their relaxed, intimate banter. A fierce anger burned inside her, so intense it threatened to shatter her carefully maintained composure. Yet, under the sharp, warning glance from her grandfather, she swallowed the fire and kept quiet.

At last, Cary found a polite excuse to escort Everly away from the scene.

Sebastian guided Lillian further into the grand ballroom. His reputation abroad was undeniable, and one after another, guests approached him to raise their glasses in toast.

The banquet officially commenced.

Around them, guests watched with barely concealed curiosity, eager to witness what would happen next.

But Sebastian’s face was as cold as ice. “Apologies,” he said flatly, “but my fiancée tends to get jealous. Ms. Everly, you’d better find another partner.”

Without even glancing at Everly’s stunned expression, he took Lillian’s hand and led her toward the lounge.

The words struck Everly like a physical blow. Her face drained of color, her eyes darkening with venomous fury, as if poison simmered just beneath the surface. Her fingers clenched the fabric of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Cary hadn’t expected Sebastian to reject her so openly, and the sting of humiliation was sharp. Yet he forced down his anger, his smile stiff as he said, “I didn’t realize Mr. Austine was such a devoted man. In that case, this old man will have the honor of sharing a dance with Everly instead.”

Taking his granddaughter’s hand, Cary led her onto the dance floor. Gradually, the tension in the room began to ease, and one by one, more guests drifted onto the floor to join them.