Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 2

"What did you just say?" Lila thought she had misheard Dorian.

With a cold face, he repeated, "Put all your work on hold and only come back once you've calmed down. Also, hand over that movie project to your assistant."

She stumbled slightly, yelling, "What gives you the right?"

Taking a long, deep breath, she finally calmed down a little. "I can hand over other projects, but not this one! I secured that movie project myself, and you have no right to take that away from me."

However, Dorian scoffed like he had heard a joke.

"You secured it? With what? Did you think that the producer would've met you if it weren't for my connections and resources? Have you become so full of yourself, Lila?"

Lila was in utter disbelief, scanning him from head to toe as if a stranger had stood before her. "You're saying I relied on your connections? Where's your conscience, Dorian?

"I made you; I got you all the opportunities with my effort. And you're telling me now that I was the leech?"

His countenance remained cold. "We're bringing up the past now, huh, Lila? Well, let me ask you: would you have acted as ridiculous as you are now in the past?"

Lila took a step back, finding it hard to believe that this was reality. Her pale complexion concerned Dorian.

"Come on, Lila, just stop it. No one will ever replace you in my heart."

She found it ironic. "And what about Zara? What is she to you?"

The impatience he had suppressed reignited. "I see her as a sister. How many times do I have to repeat myself?"

Lila covered her eyes, taking a few long seconds to repress her urge to cry. "Stop lying to yourself, Dorian. I know I'll get replaced at any minute since Zara's return, and you want to fire me as your agent."

"Lila!" Dorian had become angered at this point. "Zara has nothing to do with your dismissal as my agent. I wanted another agent because I needed the resources in the fashion industry, and she happened to fulfill that criteria.

"You know how much I hate repeating myself, yet I do it time after time for you. How are you not satisfied yet?

"Besides, didn't you have more time to pursue your directing and photography endeavors after the dismissal? What was so wrong about giving you what you wanted?"

last line elicited an exasperated laugh from

the thought of dismissing Lila as his agent. However, he had no clue how to come clean to

could smoothly acquire the new agent's resources. In the end, the narrative became the

sudden, she began to doubt her relationship

radiated an unmistakable intensity. When he reached out, it felt like he'd pricked himself on thorns, drawing blood with

she was supposed to be obedient, elegant, and aloof,

down. "If you

Dorian's eyes, she was merely making a scene because of a bracelet. What he failed to understand was

that she hadn't recovered from her emotions, Dorian added, "You like to be my agent, don't you?

came out bitter and helpless. "I don't want

even you, Dorian,"

her tone of despair. "Then, what do you want? A proposal? Fine. We can get engaged once my work is stable by the end of the year. Then, we'll get married

used to be the time she longed for the most, yet they

patience. She looked up again

rationality. Choking her, he scolded,

hit the back of his hand. Feeling the abrupt

seven years, yet despite everything she had been through, he had never seen her cry once. Dorian panicked, albeit for just a fleeting second. He was confident that Lila loved him and, therefore,

must've been too nice to you over the years that you're now

breakup. You're emotionally unwell, so take a break from work

you've thought things out," he instructed with authority and left

trance for a long time. Right then, her

work has been put on hold. Please hand over

office and exited weakly. As she arrived at the end of the corridor, she heard

put off

That's why people need to be humble and low-key. Now that she's

like her doesn't even deserve

will only kick

exited the room and happened to run into Lila. "Hey, look who we have

holding a cup of coffee, she was ready to discard