Too late for a second chance (Lila and Dorian)

Chapter 405

Lila rummaged through the pile of clothes she had brought in with wet hands, muttering under her breath, "How could I forget one?"

But no matter how much she searched, there wasn't a towel.

She froze, trying to figure out how she could grab a towel without embarrassing herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by the outline of a tall figure outside the frosted glass door.

Kieran knocked lightly. "Lila, your towel."

Lila froze in silence.

"Just leave it by the door," she said after a pause, pressing her lips together tightly, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I'll grab it myself."

She heard the quiet sound of his chuckle, and her face, which had just begun to cool, instantly heated up again.

"Alright," Kieran replied.

After hearing his response and watching his shadow retreat from the door, Lila cautiously cracked it open just a silver.

The towel had been neatly placed on the stool outside. In one quick, fluid motion, she reached out, grabbed it, and shut the door again.

Kieran, catching a fleeting glimpse of her soft, fair hand darting out and vanishing in an instant, found the whole thing both amusing and oddly endearing.

Inside, Lila took what felt like an eternity to dry herself off, making sure every detail was in order before finally stepping out.

Kieran was on the couch, his head slightly lowered as he typed something on his phone.

Her gaze flickered to his screen.

She sighed quietly to herself. Being someone in his position wasn't easy.

Always working, always busy.

It seemed exhausting.

should go wash up

phone down, went to wash his hands, and returned to her

Then, reaching for a bottle of hair oil from the shelf, he carefully worked it into

wafted up-it

this was why she always carried that faint,

brushed his nose

small shiver through Lila, and she turned

"What's wrong?"

chuckled softly. "Just checking if Mrs. Morgan

as her ears turned red first, the blush quickly spreading

was she so

like jasmine. That's why my essential oil,

all have this scent. Sometimes I even wear jasmine perfume. It's all the same fragrance,"

would that mean I'd smell just like Mrs.

asked, a soft laugh

the stillness of

resonant, like a church bell echoing through distant

is better

wear already smells

applying the hair oil when he turned to face her. "So,

have been referring to

slightly as if to

aroma suited him perfectly, an ideal match for

like it," she

like me, or do you

he spoke, his fingers reached out, brushing