Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 478

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 478**

**Chapter 478: Laney’s Confession**

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“I…” Laney’s face was a canvas of uncertainty, her features taut with anxiety.

Tears glistened in her eyes, threatening to spill over, and her voice trembled as she forced the words out, “Sebastian, I have feelings for you. From the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I was drawn to you. Yes, I admit it—I kept showing up outside Pavilion Hall. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of you, even if it meant watching from a distance. I know what I did was inappropriate; I don’t expect you to forgive me. I merely wanted to express how I feel. You shouldn’t feel any obligation.”

In any other circumstance, a man might have softened at the sight of her vulnerability, but Sebastian remained unmoved, his heart encased in ice, untouched by her emotional turmoil.

A flicker of contempt flashed in Sebastian’s gaze, his lips curling into a sneer. “I don’t feel burdened at all. To put it plainly, aside from Lillian, no other woman has ever made the slightest impact on me. Do you honestly believe I would take your so-called confession seriously?”

Laney’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart racing. “That can’t be true. If I meant nothing to you, why would you have instructed your man to save me that night?”

Sebastian’s voice was as frigid as the winter air. “The only reason Unno intervened that night was because you claimed to be Lillian’s roommate. If you hadn’t had that connection, do you really think I would have bothered with a stranger’s dilemma?”

Laney shook her head vigorously, her conviction unwavering. “No, Sebastian—I truly believe you remembered me. That night, you didn’t just have Unno rescue me; you asked him to take me back to campus. Isn’t that a sign that you cared, even just a little?”

Sebastian let out a derisive laugh, the sound sharp and cutting. “You genuinely think I sent Unno because I was concerned for you? Don’t flatter yourself. My only worry was that if something happened to you, Lillian would be upset. That’s the sole reason I acted.”

Hurt flashed across Laney’s features like a storm cloud rolling in. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. “Sebastian, must you always say things that cut so deeply?”

Laney watched him go, her heart a tempest of resentment and hurt. She glanced down at the beautifully arranged food on the table, replaying his dismissive words in her mind like a haunting melody. Anger surged within her, and in a fit of frustration, she swept the dishes onto the floor, the sound of shattering porcelain echoing in the silence. “Lillian, Lillian, Lillian—everything always revolves around Lillian!”

Meanwhile, back at the dorm, Lillian suddenly felt a powerful sneeze escape her, catching her off guard.

Isabelle, unable to contain her amusement, chuckled. “Someone must be thinking about you.”

Lillian shot her a withering glare, her brow furrowing in disbelief. “As a student of Kingston University, you actually buy into such nonsensical superstition? All those lectures were clearly wasted on you.” Just as she finished her retort, her phone on the desk began to ring, cutting through the air like a siren.

“See? I told you—it’s Mr. Whitmore missing you,” Isabelle teased, a playful grin spreading across her face, as Lillian rolled her eyes in exasperation.