Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Schemes

The sprawling estate boasted two kitchens: a grand, bustling one designed for the staff of chefs, and a smaller, more intimate kitchen reserved for occasional use. Lillian quietly slipped into the smaller space, opening the refrigerator to find it well-stocked with fresh ingredients. Selecting an egg, a ripe tomato, and some strips of bacon, she set about preparing a meal.

Her cooking skills were nothing short of remarkable. In her previous life, after being sold off to the mountains and reduced to little more than a servant, she had been forced to master every household task. Later, upon her return to the Sinclair family, she had even taken the time to study culinary arts, hoping to win favor with them—and especially with Nathan. But in the end, all her efforts were met with disdain; she was treated like a mere maid and trampled underfoot.

Now, in this life, she rarely found reason to cook, save for the occasional meal for her master. Yet tonight, an inexplicable urge stirred within her—a desire to create something with her own hands.

She carefully simmered the tomato until it transformed into a rich, fragrant broth, then added noodles to the pot. As the bacon crisped in the pan and the egg sizzled to a perfect golden finish, she arranged everything atop warm, soft buns. The kitchen soon filled with an inviting aroma that wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.

Sebastian leaned casually against the counter, watching her with a warmth in his eyes he hadn’t felt before. This—this must be what it meant to feel at home.

Catching his gaze, Lillian turned, carrying the bowl toward him. His indulgent look made her cheeks flush with an unexpected shyness. She mumbled, barely meeting his eyes, “I was hungry, so I thought I’d make something. Would you… like to try some?”

A deeper smile spread across Sebastian’s face as he took the bowl from her hands and set it gently on the dining table. Then, with a gentle touch, he guided her into a chair. “This is your first time cooking for me, isn’t it? Of course I have to taste it. But I won’t let you work too hard—let’s share it.”

The first bite stunned him. The noodles were far more delicious than he had anticipated, rich with flavor and perfectly cooked. Together, they savored the meal, a quiet contentment settling between them.

Outside, the sounds of conflict had finally ceased. Foster entered the room, his posture respectful as he bowed slightly. “Everything has been handled,” he reported.

Sebastian reached for a napkin and delicately wiped the corner of Lillian’s lips, his voice suddenly hardening. “Take this gift back to Cary. Tell him that in Dracovia, there’s a saying: when you bring gifts, courtesy demands they be returned. I hope he understands the message.”

The next day, with pressing matters awaiting her in Solara, Lillian prepared to leave. Though both were reluctant to part, Sebastian’s own duties demanded his attention. He accompanied her to the plane, ensuring Unno would accompany her as well, along with the boy they had taken from the Chris residence.

Meanwhile, rumors spread quickly about the Chris household: overnight, every member had fallen mysteriously ill, and no doctor had been able to cure them.

On the plane, Lillian stared out the window at the sea of clouds drifting beneath them. A dark gleam flickered in her eyes, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips.

Back at the Golden Coast, Unno headed next door, while Lillian brought the boy into her home. The house was immaculate, clearly maintained with care—there was no doubt in her mind who had been responsible for this.

After a quick wash and a change into comfortable clothes, she opened the door to the living room. The boy had already cleaned himself up, sitting quietly. He looked like a prince from a painting—slender and refined, with a quiet melancholy that seemed woven into the very fabric of his being.