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.

I'm done. You should go wash up

phone down, went to wash his hands, and returned

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

scent wafted up-it

she always carried that faint, fresh fragrance with

slightly, Kieran brushed his nose against

Lila, and she

"What's wrong?"

if Mrs. Morgan is made of jasmine

ears turned red first, the

she so easy to

jasmine. That's why my essential

even wear jasmine perfume. It's all the

the same products, would that mean I'd

a soft

of the

echoing through

is better

wear

oil when he turned

been referring to his scent,

nodded, leaning forward slightly

suited him perfectly, an ideal match

it,"

followed. "Do you like me, or do

his fingers reached out, brushing lightly across her