Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 302

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 302**
**CONTENT: Chapter 302 A Hero Saving a Damsel**

Lillian reclined languidly against the rocky edge of the hot spring, her chin perched delicately in her palm, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes. The steam rose around her, creating a dreamy haze that seemed to amplify her playful demeanor.

“Well,” she began, a sly grin stretching across her face, “I must confess, this gentleman has quite the potential. You’ve managed to capture that spoiled-rich-boy arrogance flawlessly—every ounce of entitlement and swagger is on full display.”

With a light, teasing clap of her hands, she underscored her point, the sharp sound reverberating through the serene surroundings, startling the tranquil atmosphere.

Just as the crowd expected Travis to lose his temper in the face of such humiliation, he surprised everyone by bursting into laughter. “Didn’t think you’d see through me so clearly,” he said, his grin widening, a hint of admiration mingling with his arrogance. “Guess it’s fate that we crossed paths; we’re clearly meant to meet.”

Lillian nodded, her expression exaggeratedly solemn. “Oh, absolutely. It must be fate, indeed. To bump into each other in such a remote place—if that isn’t a stroke of destiny, then what is?”

Her playful banter only served to inflate Travis’s ego further. With a cocky smirk, he proposed, “Since we’re so destined to be together, why don’t we indulge in a little fun?”

Lillian shrugged, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Why not? Since Mr. Mac insists, it would be downright rude to decline.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than she planted her hand firmly on the edge of the pool. With a graceful leap, she emerged from the water, her ethereal white dress shimmering like a cascade of stars, droplets scattering behind her as she sliced through the air.

For a fleeting moment, time seemed to freeze, everyone captivated by her elegance—until, in a swift motion, her long leg shot up and connected solidly with Travis’s face, sending him crashing to the ground in a heap.

Noreen, caught off guard, stumbled backward and fell alongside him.

Lillian could have reached out to catch her, could have halted her descent, but the memory of Noreen’s earlier haughtiness extinguished any desire to assist.

The sudden turn of events left everyone in shock. No one had anticipated that the seemingly delicate girl would retaliate with such fierce decisiveness.

As Travis lay on the ground, the crowd snapped back to reality, a flurry of concerned individuals rushing to help him up.

“You! How dare you!” Travis roared, his face flushed crimson with indignation.

Lillian regarded him with a bemused expression, as if he were the village fool. “Yes, I dared. You invited me to play, didn’t you? Consider this my interpretation of fun. So, was it enjoyable?”

But just as she was about to reach him, Foster stepped in front of her with a courteous bow. “Apologies, Ms. Noreen; my master has a peculiar aversion to personal space.”

Noreen halted, stunned into silence. Her eyes shimmered with hurt as she gazed up at him. Was it too much to hope for just a single word of comfort, just one kind gesture?

Yet the man’s expression remained inscrutable, his gaze fixed elsewhere, as if she were merely a ghost passing through his life.

Without sparing her a glance, he brushed past her, his strides purposeful and unwavering. She could feel the sting of reality; even now, when she was the one facing humiliation, all he could see was her.

Sebastian halted in front of Lillian. Noticing how her damp clothes clung to her figure, his brow furrowed with concern. Without a moment’s hesitation, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it gently over her shoulders, his voice soft and indulgent.

“Still behaving like a child, neglecting to take care of yourself. The weather may be pleasant, but it’s still chilly; you’ll catch a cold like this.”

Lillian looked up at him, her lips curling into a teasing smile as he carefully fastened the buttons of his jacket around her. “I must have forgotten—heroes save damsels in distress, don’t they?”

At her playful glimmer, he couldn’t resist the urge to affectionately pinch her nose. “You little rascal,” he said, his voice warm with fondness, a hint of a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth.