Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 138

Lila's expression shifted slightly. After some thought, she asked, "Are you helping me because you believe I have the ability or because I'm managing Jamie?"

Vince replied, "What's the difference?"

She answered calmly, "If you believe in my ability, I'd happily take on the role. But if you're offering me special treatment because of Jamie, then there's no need.

"Taking care of Jamie is just my responsibility. During this time, she has helped me more than once. If anyone should be thanking anyone, it should be me."

Vince stared at her for some time. Her features were delicate, and every line and curve was flawless. Her eyes were clear and lively, which added to her undeniable beauty.

Logically speaking, someone as refined and beautiful as her should have been pampered like a rose, sheltered and adored. Yet, Vince felt she was more like a wild rose, growing fiercely along a fence, vibrant and full of life. The kind that could bloom even in the coldest of winters, undeterred by the harshest of seasons.

He began to understand why his typically reserved younger sister would light up with enthusiasm when speaking about her. A gentle, kind, transparent, yet resilient person like her was worthy of admiration, even from him.

for a while more, and then Lila's gaze

softened, like a gentle spring breeze, calming, tender, and it tugged at his heart. Suddenly, memories flooded his mind, taking him

lived abroad for most of the time. Out of guilt, his uncle

had never suffered in life, his heart still

school during the day and studying management at the

of, no faith to guide him. His life seemed fine on the outside, but only he knew how lonely his heart truly was. Sometimes, he would hope that this father was

visit the Morgan residence during a holiday. He had expected the old mansion to be stuffy and dull, but when they arrived, he realized it was anything

rows of climbing roses. As they walked further, there were

swing under the tree, and a girl

keeping it in place. She was holding a book,

had never encountered one as serene as this young lady. Her long eyelashes fluttered with each blink like a butterfly's wings. Yet, what he

seemed startled. She haphazardly slipped on the shoes discarded beneath the swing, and her ears turned slightly