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.

done. You should go wash

to wash his hands, and returned to her

react, he took the towel from her hands and began drying her hair. Then, reaching for a bottle of hair oil from the

scent wafted up-it was quintessentially

why she always carried

slightly, Kieran brushed his nose

a small shiver through Lila, and she turned to him,

"What's wrong?"

chuckled softly. "Just checking if Mrs. Morgan is made

turned red first, the

so easy to

just like jasmine. That's why

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

used the same products, would that mean I'd

asked, a soft laugh escaping his

of the room, his

resonant, like a church bell echoing through distant mountains-soft, lingering, and impossible to

flushed instantly. "This scent is better suited for girls.

fragrance you wear already

hair oil when he

been referring

forward slightly as if

him perfectly, an ideal match for his composed, effortless

like it,"

low, pleasant laugh followed. "Do you like me, or do you

fingers reached out, brushing lightly across her cheek. The