Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 303

Lila's forehead was burning hot, but her face still looked normal. Kieran sat by the bed, gently squeezing her hand.

"Should I go get you some medicine?" His voice was soft, almost as if he were coaxing a child with patience and tenderness.

She shook her head. With him here, she felt like she wouldn't think about the troubling memories of Pierre's persistent pursuit. The eyes full of desire that followed her everywhere seemed ready to pin her down and do things that would make her sick with disgust.

However, he hadn't done anything-he just followed her and watched.

Lila felt powerless, as though an obsessive predator was stalking her. Over the years, she thought she had forgotten such things. But today, when she saw those eyes again, she realized she hadn't.

The terrible memories had lingered like poison in her heart and laid dormant for years until they suddenly erupted, instantly overwhelming her.

Lila clutched Kieran's hand tightly and shook her head. Her gaze was almost pleading as she said, "Don't go. Just stay with me for a while. I won't be scared anymore when I fall asleep."

Her fragile and pitiful appearance, like a sick little kitten curled up on the roadside, evoked sympathy. She gripped his clothes, unwilling to let go. Kieran bit his lip and bent down, lifting her in his arms.

around his neck,

down at her, his face brushing against her forehead, burning with fever. This intimate gesture seemed to calm her, and her

in the living room and rubbed her messy hair.

go with you?" she asked

softening completely. His gaze darkened, and he sighed,

You're sick, so

on him. "If I take the

pause, she added, almost nonsensically, "In novels, the domineering presidents always have a doctor friend. Don't you have one? If you do, could you

genuinely unwell. "My heart

a doctor friend,

the medicine first, and then we can see

okay?"

was too gentle or

but her gaze never left