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The Billionaire's Last Obsession series 225 Summary Lillian, fresh from a warm bath, immediately notices Sebastian lounging calmly in their bedroom. Her mind is troubled by jealousy over another woman, and when Sebastian suddenly lifts her into his arms, a tense but intimate exchange unfolds. Despite her protests and denials, Sebastian teases her about her jealousy and insists that she has fallen for him. He reassures her that he has no plans to marry anyone else, including the blonde heiress Everly, affirming his commitment to Lillian.

Their interaction is charged with playful teasing and underlying affection. Sebastian's gentle touches and confident words contrast with Lillian's stubborn denials and fiery emotions. The moment culminates in a slow, deliberate kiss that deepens their connection, temporarily silencing her resistance and highlighting the complex feelings between them. Meanwhile, Everly arrives at the Chris residence and demands to see her grandfather, Cary.

She is visibly frustrated and upset about an incident earlier in the day, where she was insulted and belittled by a woman who told her to wait until she was officially engaged to Sebastian before speaking. Cary admonishes Everly for her lack of decorum but reassures her that Sebastian will agree to the engagement. He urges her to focus on impressing Sebastian at the upcoming charity gala. Everly promises to not disappoint her grandfather, expressing her determination to marry Sebastian.

After she leaves, Cary contemplates the situation quietly, making a phone call that suggests he is taking steps to influence the unfolding events. The chapter highlights the tensions and rivalries surrounding Sebastian, Lillian, and Everly, setting the stage for further emotional conflict. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 225: Stirring Jealousy Lillian emerged from the steamy bath, the warmth still clinging to her skin, and immediately spotted him reclining effortlessly on the sofa in their bedroom.

His long legs were crossed with an easy grace, and his hands rested casually atop his abdomen, radiating a calm confidence. The dim light caught the gleam in his dark eyes, which shimmered with a playful glint as they followed her every movement. Her mind flickered to that woman again, and an angry heat began to rise within her chest. She clenched her jaw, swallowing the surge of irritation, and turned sharply toward the walk-in closet, determined to avoid confrontation. But barely had she taken a few steps when a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, lifting her clean off the floor.

The familiar scent of him-warm, intoxicating-washed over her, stirring a complicated mix of emotions. Sebastian's intense obsidian eyes locked on hers, the corner of his mouth lifting into a wickedly charming smile. "Angry?" he teased softly. "Put me down. Don't touch me," Lillian snapped, her eyebrows knitting tightly as she pressed her palms firmly against his broad chest, trying to push him away. Instead of annoyance, Sebastian's gaze softened, a tender amusement flickering in his eyes as he ignored her protests.

Wordlessly, he carried her over to the sofa and gently set her down, tilting his head to meet her gaze. His fingers traced lightly along her chin, his voice low and rough like velvet brushing against her skin. "Lillian, you're jealous." She jerked her head away, refusing to meet his eyes, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerability. But Sebastian was relentless. He caught her chin again, compelling her to look into his dark, intent eyes, his tone rich with quiet delight. "Lillian...

you've fallen for me." A sudden flush burned across her cheeks, her voice sharp with flustered indignation. "Who said I fell for you? Don't flatter yourself." A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close enough to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Lillian," he murmured softly, "do you have any idea how happy your jealousy makes me? It means... it means I'm in your heart now." For years, he had stood by her side, yet she had always denied the truth between them. That denial left him restless, plagued by doubts.

But now, in this moment, he was certain-she truly loved him. "I don't love you," she said stubbornly, her voice sharp as she jabbed at the raw wound, "so go ahead and marry your blonde heiress." Sebastian laughed heartily. So that was it-his little girl was nothing but a tiny jar of vinegar, overflowing with jealousy. And somehow, in this state, she was unbearably endearing. With a fond smile, he said, "Lillian, I'm only ever going to marry you. Everly's father did suggest an engagement, but I refused. No one-not even my family-gets to make that decision for me. So...

trust me a little more, won't you?" She shoved him away, her eyes blazing with fierce determination. "That Ms. Everly is stunning. Don't tell me-" Sebastian brushed a finger gently across her nose, his gaze soft and indulgent. "Jealous little thing. You're the girl I've carefully protected and raised. How could I ever look at anyone else? And really-do you think my taste is that terrible?" Lillian narrowed her eyes, giving him a long, deliberate once-over. After a moment of silent evaluation, she nodded seriously. "You never know. I've heard men like women with... curves.

Don't you?" Her mock-serious tone nearly made him burst out laughing. Instead, Sebastian leaned in slowly, closing the distance until only a breath separated them. His voice dropped low, smoky with heat. "Looks like my little girl's growing up... noticing her own body now." His lips curved into a sly smile, eyes darkening. "Don't worry. No matter what you look like, I'll always like you." Before she could find a witty comeback, his mouth claimed hers, silencing her with a kiss that was slow and deliberate.

Each breath they shared deepened the connection, scattering her thoughts and melting away all resistance. Meanwhile, at the Chris Residence, Everly strode briskly through the grand front doors, her heels clicking sharply against the gleaming marble floor. The moment she crossed into the main hall, she tossed her handbag to a waiting maid and demanded, "Where's Grandfather?" "In the study, miss," the maid replied respectfully. Without hesitation, Everly hurried toward the stairs, the rapid staccato of her heels echoing through the polished space as she ascended to the second floor.

Reaching the study, she pushed the door open and began, "Grandfather, do you know-" but froze mid-sentence when she noticed several people gathered inside. The room fell silent as multiple pairs of eyes turned toward the doorway. Cary's expression darkened, irritation flashing in his sharp gaze. Addressing the others curtly, he said, "Leave us. We'll continue this discussion later." Once the room emptied, he fixed that cold look on his granddaughter, his voice icy. "Everly, you are a member of the Chris family. You carry our name and our reputation.

And yet you barge into my study like this-have you forgotten everything about grace and decorum?" Everly stomped her foot, her voice tinged with frustration. "Grandfather, I wouldn't have barged in if it weren't important. You don't know what I went through today-it was humiliating." Cary let out a cold laugh. "Is that so? Who could possibly humiliate you?" She hurried to his side, lowering herself slightly, her voice dripping with indignation as she recounted the day's events, embellishing every detail for dramatic effect. "A woman," Cary said coldly, narrowing his eyes to sharp slits.

Everly nodded eagerly. "Yes, a woman! She was so arrogant-she even insulted me, saying I should wait until I'm officially Sebastian's fiancée before speaking. Didn't you say Sebastian would definitely agree to the engagement?" Cary idly rolled a ball in his hand, lost in thought for a moment before replying, "Don't worry. He will agree. What you need to focus on now is shining at the upcoming charity gala. Make sure you leave a lasting impression on him. Stop wasting your days idling around." Hearing his calm reassurance, Everly's lips curved into a bright smile. "I understand.

Thank you, Grandfather. You've always been the one who cares for me the most. As long as I can marry Sebastian, I promise I won't let you down." Cary's stern expression softened as he smiled and reached out to smooth her hair. "That's my good girl. Now go." After Everly left, Cary set down the ball he'd been rolling in his hand and picked up the phone on his desk to make a call, the weight of the day's events settling heavily in the quiet study.

Conclusion The chapter delicately explores the tangled emotions between Lillian and Sebastian, revealing the vulnerability beneath their complex relationship. Lillian's jealousy, though fiercely denied, becomes a poignant testament to the deep feelings she harbors, while Sebastian's unwavering confidence and tender persistence illuminate his steadfast love and devotion. Their intimate exchange, filled with playful teasing and heartfelt declarations, underscores the slow but undeniable shift from guarded denial to reluctant acceptance of love's presence between them.

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