too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 235

Camille tugged at the shawl around her shoulders.

After a brief silence, she spoke, "Let him in. He might pass out at the door, and I'd rather not have to drag him inside."

She then sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Dorian to enter. She was curious to see what nonsense he could come up with at this point.

Taylor opened the door, and Dorian's body swayed slightly. He instinctively grabbed the railing to steady himself, narrowly avoiding a fall.

" Mr. Foster…" Dorian's voice was hoarse, sounding like a pen scraping against sandpaper. His lips were dry from dehydration.

Taylor sighed softly, figuring Dorian was here because of Lila; if only Dorian knew then what he knew now.

"Come in first. We can talk inside. Camille is waiting for you," he said.

Dorian nodded, taking slow steps forward, moving more awkwardly than an elderly person.

As soon as he entered, his gaze fell upon Camille's elegant and distant figure. She was wearing her silk gown as always, and her white hair only added to her graceful and intellectual presence.

Dorian hurried forward, bent his knee, and bowed to the floor. His voice was choked full of emotion as he said. "Mrs. Foster, please. I beg you; help me."

Camille watched the pitiful figure kneeling before her, feeling the sharp contrast to the once proud young man who had vowed never to regret his actions. There was no trace of that former self in him now.

She scoffed and asked coldly, "Dorian, didn't you say you would never regret your decision? What are you doing now?"

"Mrs. Foster, I was wrong, I was wrong... Please, help me," he pleaded, lifting his tear-streaked face. "I'll listen to you. I don't want anything. I just want Lila."

The thought of Lila looking so perfect together with Kieran tore his heart apart.