too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 283

Lila stared blankly at the hand resting on her wrist.

The fingers were distinct and beautiful, and the hand radiated a kind of heat that differed from his typical demeanor.

Kieran supported her hand and brought the glass to his lips, tilting his head back and drinking it all in one go.

The sensual movement of his throat as he swallowed made her heart race.

He looked up, his beautiful blossom eyes half-dazed, holding a smile that seemed intoxicating and teasing.

Lila's eyes widened slightly. She wanted to speak, but no words came out.

The scene shifted, and she was no longer returning with Dorian but sitting next to Kieran instead.

Cole was behind the wheel, and she sat in the backseat with Kieran.

The man tilted his head against the seat, his side profile perfect. With his tie loosened, the subtle movement of his throat so close to her stirred something inside her.

Lila knew she was dreaming but couldn't stop fixating on Kieran.

He seemed to feel her presence and looked at her half-drunk from the corner of his eye.

He touched her cheek gently and spoke in a husky, alluring voice, "Lila, you shouldn't indulge in wine or pleasure."

As he said this, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if to merge her into his very being.

The warmth of his breath brushed against her neck, sending a strange shiver down her spine.

Even in her dream, Lila felt her heart racing. She wanted to open her eyes but found it hard to control herself.

Kieran held her in his arms, seemingly not yet satisfied.

Lila only felt her body being lifted for a moment. Then, she was half-kneeling, sitting on the man's lap, facing him.

Kieran's hand rested on her waist, slowly moving downward...

At that instant, Lila jolted awake. She stared blankly at the room, now deep in the night, and it took her a while to realize where she was.

The dream had felt so real.

Lila touched her chest, and her heart was still racing, beating abnormally fast.

She had been so tense in the dream that she was now drenched in sweat.

How could she have had such a strange dream?