too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 198

Dorian tried calling Lila, but no one answered.

Hearing the endless ring, his bitter smile deepened. Of course, she wouldn't pick up his calls anymore.

He stumbled out of bed with his fever-clouded mind and drove straight to Magi Pictures. His erratic driving almost caused a few rear-end collisions along the way.

It was rush hour, and typically cautious about being recognized, Dorian didn't even bother with his usual mask. He stood there in plain view outside the building, his presence drawing curious glances from passersby.

"Why is Dorian here?"

"Do you think he's here to confront Michael? Maybe he's so mad he's planning to fight him."

"Look at his face—he's furious. But come on, fighting? That's a crime. His reputation will take an even bigger hit if he gets arrested."

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People steered clear of him like he was trouble.

Lila stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby, immediately spotting him. His face was flushed from the fever, and his lips were pale.

He looked sick, but her expression remained indifferent. She intended to walk past him like everyone else.

"Lila," Dorian called, his gaze fixed on her.

She didn't stop and kept walking.

"Lila," he called again, hurrying after her and grabbing her wrist.

His hand was unnaturally warm, making her frown. He was clearly unwell.

She yanked her wrist free. "Mr. Blake, please mind yourself."

Her coldness made his eyes dim with disappointment. She did not even have a word of concern for his illness.