Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 79

The study was thick with tension, the kind that seemed to press down on every surface in the room.

Sebastian sat rigidly behind his desk, his fingers flipping through the pages of the investigation report Foster had just handed him.

“When we arrived,” Foster began, his voice steady but grim, “the bodyguards were already unconscious. Ms. Yulia had also passed out. There was a surveillance camera on site, but the memory card had been removed—we suspect Ms. Lilian has it. We’ve gathered everyone and locked them in the basement, awaiting your instructions.”

Sebastian’s fingers drummed lightly on the polished wood of the desk. The silence that followed felt heavier with each passing moment.

“There’s no reason to leave Sawyer Corp standing,” he said, his tone sharp and cold. “I want to see them bankrupt by tomorrow morning. As for that woman—send her back to the Sawyer family. Since Lilian spared her life, she may live. But make sure she truly understands what life means.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll take care of it. Also—Dr. Will has been waiting outside. Should I let him in?”

Sebastian paused, weighing the situation carefully. “Let him wait for now. Whatever he needs to say can wait.”

“Understood, Mr. Sebastian.” With that, Foster quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Alone now, Sebastian’s gaze settled on the small black bottle of medicine resting in his palm. His mind wandered back to that day in the cave—the way Lilian’s fiery expressions had captivated him, every smile and frown etched into his memory. A gentle warmth began to spread through his chest, softening the coldness that usually defined him.

By the time Lilian finally awoke, the world outside had shifted into the new day.

Golden sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patches of light across the room. She blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the brightness, and then glanced around. The only other occupant was the man seated on the sofa, absorbed in a file. His crisp white dress shirt caught the sunlight, the diamond cufflinks at his wrists sparkling subtly. His strikingly handsome face seemed almost ethereal in the morning glow.

Noticing her gaze, Sebastian looked up and met her still-dazed eyes.

Setting the file aside, he rose and moved quietly to her bedside, reaching out to gently touch her forehead. After confirming she was well, he spoke softly.

“Are you feeling any pain? If anything feels wrong, tell me immediately.”

Lilian pouted, her voice laced with playful annoyance. “Weren’t you ignoring me? Why do you still care what happens to me?”

Sebastian chuckled, a sound tinged with helpless affection. He reached out, tapping her nose lightly.

“You little heartless thing. What did I tell you before I left? Be careful. And what did you do? Walked right into a trap and refused to let Unno follow you. What am I supposed to do with you? If something had really happened… what would I have done?”

He settled beside her, pulling her gently into his arms. “Lilian, please… don’t make me worry like that again.”

Nestled in his embrace, Lilian’s voice was soft and low. “I’m sorry.”

She knew, deep down, that this time she had truly been reckless.

Sebastian’s fingers traced soothing patterns through her hair. “Don’t apologize. This is my fault. If I’d gotten there ten minutes sooner, none of this would have happened.”

Hearing his words, a warmth blossomed inside Lilian’s chest. She had always thought that needing protection was a sign of weakness—but now, she realized maybe she didn’t have to be strong all the time.

“Thank you, Sebastian.”

Though her injuries had healed long ago, Sebastian refused to let her leave. He found every excuse imaginable to keep her resting safely.

Now, as she stared down at the bowl of porridge in front of her, Lilian frowned and glanced at the man beside her, who was eating with effortless elegance, seemingly without a care in the world.

“Sebastian, I’m better now. I don’t need soup. I want real food.”

He set down his knife and fork, looking at her with an indulgent smile. “Lilian, I know you feel fine. But we need to be absolutely sure all traces of the drug are gone. Only when Will gives you the all-clear can you eat whatever you want.”

Lilian muttered under her breath, “I’m a doctor too. You think I wouldn’t know if something was wrong?”

Seeing the pleading look in her eyes—like a cunning little fox—Sebastian sighed and took her hand. “Alright. Tell me what you want, and I’ll have the kitchen prepare it for you.”

Her eyes lit up instantly, a triumphant grin spreading across her face like a little fox who had just won her way. “You said it! No take-backs. I want sweet-and-sour ribs, steamed sea bass, typhoon shelter shrimp, and braised pork belly!”

Sebastian studied the lively, bright girl before him. For a moment, it was as if they were back in that cave—the same spark in her eyes, the same bratty charm. And all of it… belonged to him.