Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 3

Lila lay on the couch. She was upset and gradually fell asleep. Amid her sleep, it felt like somebody was touching her face, jolting her awake. Before she noticed the figure sitting before her, a faint scent of alcohol hit her nostrils.

The living room was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of the streetlights filtering in from outside.

Kieran looked at her, his gaze deep and contemplative. He wasn't donning a suit jacket at the moment, and his necktie was loosened. His proper white shirt somewhat accentuated his muscular build.

Lifting his hand, he tugged at his necktie with his slender fingers to loosen it again, his movement charming and seductive.

"Uncle Kieran?" Lila could tell he was drunk. "How did you get so drunk?"

She rose and intended to help him back into his room, yet his warm hand cupped her face. Lila was stunned. She froze, afraid to move, but regretted her action the next second.

Kieran lowered his body, wrapped his arms around her waist, and carried her. With no choice but to split her legs, she sat on his lap and was trapped within his embrace, face-to-face.

Holy crap! Following that, he nestled his chin against the crook of her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin like feathers. It felt tingling.

At that moment, they resembled an intimate couple, slowly absorbing each other's warmth.

Lila was baffled to the core. She couldn't describe her feelings, but she knew her heart would jump out of her chest. With a delayed reaction, she pushed him away.

Kieran, seemingly dissatisfied by her movement, held her waist and pulled her into his embrace again. She could feel the heat from his body, even through his shirt.

"Don't move." His deep, hoarse voice sounded like he was suppressing something.

His voice had a hint of allure, and in that strange state, Lila fell silent. The next second, her eyes widened as his face loomed over her, causing her heart to skip a beat. Following that was a domineering yet restrained kiss.

The tip of his tongue, warm and wet, lightly traced her lips. Her body froze, and she had lost her ability to think straight. The heat from his palm traveled underneath her shirt, making direct contact with her skin.

wasn't until then Lila realized what they were doing. The more she struggled, the more tightly he embraced her, as if he wanted to merge their

hold and stood up. He pressed the spot she had been bitten with

I know you've mistaken me for someone else. Are

looked up at her,

committed earlier,

best to calm down. "You're drunk. Why don't you wash

her retreating figure that looked like she was almost fleeing with a chilling gaze that resembled the stubborn remnants of snow on a mountain peak, making

mind, making it hard to react swiftly and correctly in critical moments. Thus, he loathed that feeling of helplessness. However, that changed at a wine party when he

17 and, in just three years, elevated the

the cold and aloof man

her bed. Her thoughts, originally occupied by Dorian's controlling and revolting

is madness! That's Uncle Kieran, Lila-wake up from your dirty thoughts!" she told

day, like a vampire had drawn all her blood. She initially planned to leave before Kieran woke up by rising in the early morning

locked, and she pursed her lips

"caught in the act",

his brows. He couldn't comprehend what Lila saw in Dorian-that piece of

said, "Join me for

was cold yet clear, and his simple offer made Lila feel rather touched. The grievances of getting betrayed engulfed her like the waves of

placed the breakfast items before her. Up close, she could distinctly smell his woody scent. Her mind instantly brought her back to the moment he passionately kissed

embarrassed, her

away from me!" she screamed in her head. He caressed her face, asking, "Are you

felt like an electric touch, prompting her to shove his hand away. That was exactly how Kieran touched her face last night! Except

noticed him. Instead, she hesitantly asked, "Uncle Kieran,

he withdrew his hand like it was nothing before sitting beside her. After a mouthful of oatmeal, he softly asked,

but Grandpa and Grandma have good