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.

a while more, and then Lila's gaze suddenly drifted

tender, and it tugged at his heart. Suddenly, memories flooded his mind, taking him back many

time, his father had been gone for many years, and his mother and sister had lived abroad for most of the time. Out of guilt, his uncle treated him as if he were his own

suffered in life, his

and studying management at the company in the evenings. His days were full,

had no friends to speak of, no faith to guide him. His life seemed fine on the outside, but only he

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

walls, there were rows of climbing roses. As they walked further, there were artificial rock formations, water channels, and

rather old-looking peach tree stood proudly, bearing fruit. There was a swing under the tree, and a girl in a white dress was

it in place. She was holding a book, completely engrossed in reading. She read so intently that she didn't even notice when

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

was near, she seemed startled. She haphazardly slipped on the shoes discarded