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.

the more tightly he embraced her, as if he wanted to merge their bodies. Amid the panic, she tilted her head and bit on

up. He pressed the spot she had been bitten with a frown, and after pinching between

Kieran, I know you've mistaken me for

at her, still looking tipsy.

he had committed earlier, and neither had

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

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

drank, as alcohol would muddle the 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 heard about

Morgan Group. He took over the family business at 17 and, in just three years, elevated the family business to new heights. Known

cold and aloof man

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

That's Uncle Kieran, Lila-wake up

blood. She initially planned to leave before Kieran woke

locked, and she pursed her lips

in the act", she

her weary demeanor made Kieran tighten his brows. He couldn't comprehend what Lila saw in Dorian-that piece of trash—but knew it was hard to control one's feelings, just like his very own

"Join me

Lila feel rather touched. The grievances of getting betrayed engulfed her like the waves of the ocean. She

she could distinctly smell his woody scent. Her mind instantly brought

the capacity to be sad, she became embarrassed,

screamed in her head. He caressed her face,

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

dimmed after having his hand slapped away, but Lila hadn't noticed him. Instead, she hesitantly asked, "Uncle Kieran, are you interested

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

but Grandpa