Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483 Lyla’s Invitation

Lyla perched on the barstool, eyes unfocused as she cradled a glass of electric–blue cocktail. Spotting the woman approaching, she smirked. “Well, look who it is. Long time no see, Ms. Harrington. Surprised to find me here?”

Lillian slid onto the stool beside her. “Kingston isn’t that big. Running into the third daughter of the Lewis family isn’t exactly shocking. What does surprise me is this–someone as proud as you actually making the first move. Shouldn’t you be pretending you don’t know me?”

Lyla gave a bitter laugh, then tipped back the last of her drink. She waved to the bartender. “Another Irish Car Bomb–and make her a Cosmopolitan.”

“I don’t drink,” Lillian said flatly.

“Relax,” Lyla drawled. “A Cosmo’s practically juice. You won’t even catch a buzz. And with that man hovering around, what’s there to worry about?”

The bartender slid two fresh glasses across the counter toward them.

Lillian didn’t waste time. “Go ahead. You called me out today, Ms. Lyla; what do you want to say?”

Lyla took a small sip. “Lillian, do you know how much I hate you? Because of you, I became a laughingstock in Kingston’s high society; everywhere I go, I get nothing but disdainful looks.”

Her eyes flicked around the room; she gave a wry smile. “This used to be the last place I’d ever set foot in. Now I’ve become a regular. Other than numbing myself, I don’t know what else to do.”

Lillian turned the glass slowly in her hand. “Life is a path we choose ourselves; no one else can walk it for us. And with the Soren family’s reputation in Kingston, it wouldn’t be hard for you to find someone who truly loves you.”

“Yes.” Lyla’s lips curved in a cold smile. “With the Soren family name, I could have anything I wanted–any man I wanted. But none of them are him. I tried to move on, but his shadow is carved into my mind; I can’t erase it. Tell me, what am I supposed to do?”

Lillian tasted the cocktail. The sweetness masked most of the alcohol, but beneath it lingered a trace of bitterness. “No one’s life is free of hardship. Gain one thing, and you’ll always lose another.

“I can’t tell you to erase him completely. What I can say is this: life should hold many things more important than a single person. If you keep letting yourself sink into it, no one will be

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able to save you.”

Lyla drained her glass in one gulp. “You’re right–no one can save me. Lillian, let me ask you something. If one day you had to trade your life for his, would you?”

Lillian fell silent for a moment before answering. “Sorry. My life doesn’t allow for that kind of if. So your question–1 refuse to answer.”

Little did she know that one day, when the question became real, she would finally understand just how much he meant to her.

Lyla pushed herself unsteadily to her feet, shaking her head. “Alright, I get it. I just felt bitter and needed to vent–but I didn’t know who else to turn to. In the end, I came to the person I hate most in this world.” With that, she turned to leave.

Just as she was about to walk away, a girl came running up, breathless. “Lyla, help me!”

“You little brat–let’s see where you run now!” A group of men in black stormed after her, shouting curses as they closed in.

Panicked, Audrey darted behind Lyla, trembling. “Lyla, please, you have to save me! They’re trying to take me–what do I do?”