Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 512

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 512**
**Chapter 512: Drunk**

Lillian shook her head vigorously, a hint of defiance in her posture. “I’m fine,” she insisted, her tone firm, yet the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her. “What could possibly be wrong? After weathering all the storms life has thrown at me, my heart is as tough as steel—unbreakable, indestructible.” With that declaration, she lifted her glass once more, tilting it back for another generous gulp of her drink, the liquid courage swirling in her veins.

Randall observed her intently, his brow furrowing with concern. “No matter how strong you think you are, Lillian, you are still a woman. Sometimes, it’s okay to not keep everything bottled up inside. You should let it out once in a while. It’ll lighten your heart, and the people around you won’t have to worry so much.” His voice was a mixture of empathy and gentle admonishment, an attempt to reach the part of her that was struggling beneath the surface.

Lillian nodded slowly, her gaze drifting away, lost in thought. “I know. It’s just… sometimes I don’t even know where to start. But let’s not dwell on me. What about you? How’s work treating you? Are the shoots going smoothly?” She shifted the focus, eager to escape her own tangled emotions.

Randall smiled, his enthusiasm bubbling to the surface. “Everything’s on schedule. If nothing goes awry, the film will hit theaters next year. But I must admit, Wargod is shaping up to be a rare masterpiece.” His eyes sparkled with pride, the passion for his work evident in his tone.

Lillian grinned back, her mood lifting slightly. “Of course it is! Just remember, when the time comes for the big release, you’d better be prepared to give me a hefty sum.” Her playful tone brought a moment of levity to the conversation, a brief respite from the weight of her thoughts.

As they exchanged lighthearted banter, a shadow loomed over their moment of camaraderie. Sebastian had already tracked Lillian’s movements and was now rushing toward the bar, his mind racing with concern.

By the time they reached the third round of drinks, Lillian was beginning to feel the effects. The cocktails, while not overwhelmingly strong, had a delayed kick that was catching up with her, leaving her slightly dazed and her thoughts muddled.

Noticing the late hour, Randall settled the bill and helped her to her feet. “Let’s get you some fresh air,” he suggested, guiding her toward the entrance. They stood together, waiting for his driver to arrive, unaware that a figure nearby was discreetly snapping photos, capturing their moment.

When Foster finally pulled up, he caught sight of a girl at the door, her balance precarious as a man in a cap steadied her.

Sebastian’s entire demeanor radiated a chilling fury, his eyes narrowing to icy slits.

“Mr. Whitmore, that’s Miss Harrington,” Foster whispered, his voice laced with caution.

Without hesitation, Sebastian exited the car and strode toward her, his presence commanding and intense. Lillian, her cheeks flushed and steps unsteady, looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Back at the estate, Louis rushed over, his eyes widening at the sight of Sebastian’s stormy expression and the girl in his arms, the scent of alcohol clinging to her. “Master, should I call Dr. Will?” he asked, concern evident in his tone.

“No,” Sebastian replied curtly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Have the maids come up and help clean her up.” He carried Lillian upstairs, his grip protective yet firm.

Once inside the room, he gently set her down on the bed, his heart softening at the sight of her vulnerable state. Just as he was about to summon the maids, her small hands tugged at his collar, refusing to let go. Her voice trembled with a mix of grievance and confusion. “Sebastian, are you mad at me?”

“I’m not angry,” he replied patiently, striving to reassure her.

“You are,” she mumbled, her words heavy with the weight of her inebriation. “I can feel it. I admit I drank too much. I made a mistake. But can you please not be mad?”

Her soft, pleading tone struck a chord deep within him, and his heart softened further. “Then can you tell me why you felt the need to drink?” he coaxed gently, hoping to unravel the tangled emotions that lay behind her actions.