Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 190

Lila turned to glance at Michael, who was already seated in the car. His usual relaxed posture was replaced by a rigid, upright position as if the were a soldier sitting next to his commanding officer. He looked more tense than someone who had been dead for a while.

Lila sighed softly. She could already imagine Michael's back cramping by the time they arrived at their destination.

"Let's grab a bite first," Cole said, driving straight to a restaurant.

Once they arrived, he stepped out to open the door for Kieran. Just as he turned to help Lila, she had already opened the door and stepped out on her own.

Michael, exiting from the same side as Lila, stretched and rubbed his back, grumbling under his breath. "The boss doesn't have to treat me so kindly. I'd rather not suffer like this."

Lila covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. Quietly, she offered, "How about I sit next to Mr. Morgan on the way back?"

Michael shot her a skeptical look. "Why would you want to trade places and suffer?"

"Don't underestimate a manager's mental fortitude. It's no worse than yours."

He clicked his tongue in disbelief, recalling how she had managed to take over a collaboration he had been eyeing. "You're definitely not ordinary. Almost fell for that sweet and innocent act of yours."

"Deal, then," he muttered, relieved to avoid another round of tense silence beside Kieran. He couldn't shake the feeling that sitting too close to the boss for too long might give him frostbite—or nightmares.

the atmosphere during the meal was eerily

Kieran out of the corner of his eye. His gaze froze when he saw Kieran calmly placing a shrimp onto

What was that?

Mr. Morgan was

serving them

was stunned

momentarily, his expression unreadable. For the

flicker of confusion in his

the urge to laugh, finding the entire exchange

the tension, she picked up a shrimp and placed it on Michael's plate. "Eat more. Boost your brainpower and secure

together, stunned, as he watched her immediately

eat more

to his shock, Kieran picked up the shrimp with his usual refined movements

whole thing felt off-very off, but Michael

the hotel. While helping

finally had a moment

don't serve Mr. Morgan food. Watching that today gave me a heart attack-he doesn't like that kind

raised an eyebrow but

need to rest for a bit. I'll come by this afternoon to rehearse lines. Let