Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 199

Lila closed her eyes briefly. "It doesn't matter anymore. None of this has anything to do with me. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

She turned to go, but Dorian's expression darkened. He grabbed her wrist again and, before she could react, yanked her forcefully toward the side.

The pull was so sudden and strong that Lila stumbled, nearly falling. When she tried to free herself, Dorian's grip tightened, twisting her wrist painfully. Her brows furrowed at the sharp discomfort.

"Let go of me, or I'll call for help!"

Dorian ignored her threat and dragged her to his car. He opened the door and tried to push her inside.

Clinging to the car door, Lila realized he had completely lost it. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked down at her.

"Lila, do you still love me?" he asked, his gaze searching her face for even the faintest sign of affection, anything to give him hope.

However, all he found was cold disdain and unmistakable disgust. Her expression was resolute, keeping him at a distance that felt impossible to breach.

Dorian's chest tightened, a sharp, almost physical pain spreading through his body. Only now did he finally understand—Lila's repeated refusals weren't out of stubbornness or spite. She didn't love him anymore. She had let go of everything they had, leaving no room for reconciliation.

Her indifference cut deeper than any words.

desperate, tear-filled eyes and laughed quietly, almost mockingly. The fact that he could

her gaze, she began prying his fingers off her wrist,

her chin, forcing her to look at him. His voice was low and menacing, and every word was

first, either. I've got

with all her strength, her expression icy and unfamiliar. "Dorian, do you really not see how disgusting this

cleanly-or at least it should have. He stopped loving her first, and

you're forcing my hand. Come back to me, and

could finish, he was shoved to the ground by a sharp

laid-back voice cut through. "It's unbearable to listen

Lila's reddened chin and the

turned his gaze to Dorian, a smirk tugging

worth it, but you didn't listen. Look at him now.

tel

messes he's gotten himself

slightly, his tone dripping with mockery. "What's the matter Dorian? Did you pull some shady stunt to leech off Lila's good fortune? Borrowed luck doesn't last, you

nerve in Dorian, whose pride was already in shreds. Noah had

inadequacies.