Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 503

**Chapter 503: The Gathering 1**

Cameron’s voice was tinged with irritation as he exclaimed, “You can’t possibly envy that kind of luck. What they possess now is a result of everything they’ve endured together. Sebastian has been there for every one of Lillian’s highs and lows, and Lillian has stood by him through every challenge. Don’t be deceived into thinking their love is merely what you see on the surface. It has been forged through countless storms.”

Manny nodded, his expression serious. “Exactly. Remember back when Lillian was still in high school? Sebastian became a target for his enemies. His plane went down in the heart of the rainforest. Just think about what that entailed—towering trees blocking out the sun, no roads in sight, and wild beasts lurking everywhere.”

“And in that perilous place, Lillian searched the forest all night long. She broke down more than once, but she managed to find him in the end. Do you really believe it was just luck?” Even though Manny had only heard the story secondhand from Foster, the mere thought of it sent chills down his spine. It was one thing to hear about such a harrowing experience; it was another entirely for a young girl to endure it firsthand.

Isabelle shivered slightly, her eyes wide with understanding. “You’re absolutely right. To bask in such profound love, one must also weather the storms that accompany it. Lillian is truly someone you cannot compare yourself to. If it were me, I’d have dropped dead from sheer fright before even stepping foot in that forest.”

Meanwhile, in the dining room, Lillian had just finished the last of her small bun, shaking her head with a satisfied smile. “I’m full,” she declared, her voice light.

Sebastian, ever attentive, picked up the glass of milk resting on the table and held it to her lips with a gentle insistence. “Just one more sip.”

Lillian wrinkled her nose at the glass, her expression playful yet slightly defiant. “Fine, but you said it—this is the last one.”

With a warm smile, Sebastian nodded. “Alright, just this once.”

After she took a sip, he delicately dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, his touch tender. “I’ve already asked Louis to have everything prepared for you all. Go check later, and if there’s anything missing, just let the kitchen know.”

Lillian nodded, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “Got it. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Once breakfast concluded, Isabelle and Elsie proposed a little tour, and Lillian eagerly took the lead, guiding them through the expansive manor.

As they ventured deeper into the house, they began to realize just how immense it truly was: a bowling alley, a home theater, a luxurious swimming pool, a well-stocked wine cellar, a state-of-the-art gym—everything they could possibly imagine was right there.

When they finally stepped into Lillian’s room, Isabelle gasped in awe. “Lillian, your room is absolutely stunning! If I could sleep here, I think I’d wake up laughing even in my dreams.”

Elsie shot Lillian a teasing glance. “Come on, be honest. This isn’t the room you share with Mr. Whitmore, is it?”

Lillian playfully shoved her shoulder, a light laugh escaping her. “What nonsense! Mr. Whitmore isn’t like that at all.”

Laney pointed toward another door with curiosity. “Lillian, can we go in there?”

After circling the closet once, Elsie threw her hands up in exasperation. “I can’t take this anymore. It’s too depressing. I feel like I’m in a mall, and it’s making me itchy.”

As they stepped back out into the hallway, Isabelle casually inquired, “Whose room is that one?”

Lillian glanced at the door, her expression shifting slightly. “That’s Mr. Whitmore’s.”

At that, Isabelle decided to let the matter rest. Men like Sebastian typically had their own unspoken rules about privacy, and they respected that. The group made their way toward the elevator, but Laney lingered for a moment, her gaze fixed on the tightly closed door, before finally following the others out.

By the time they reached the courtyard, Louis had everything meticulously arranged. Cameron and Manny were at the grill, awkwardly fumbling with the skewers, their faces a mix of determination and confusion.

“Is that even edible?” Elsie asked, eyeing the meat that was already turning an alarming shade of black.

Cameron puffed out his chest, trying to project confidence. “Of course it is! Don’t judge by looks—it’s cooked through. No one’s dying from this.”

Isabelle, ever the pragmatist, grabbed a few pieces and moved to another grill, her hands deft and practiced. “I’ll cook my own, thank you very much. Better that than ending up at the doctor’s after this meal.”