too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 303

Lila's forehead was burning hot, but her face still looked normal. Kieran sat by the bed, gently squeezing her hand.

"Should I go get you some medicine?" His voice was soft, almost as if he were coaxing a child with patience and tenderness.

She shook her head. With him here, she felt like she wouldn't think about the troubling memories of Pierre's persistent pursuit. The eyes full of desire that followed her everywhere seemed ready to pin her down and do things that would make her sick with disgust.

However, he hadn't done anything—he just followed her and watched.

Lila felt powerless, as though an obsessive predator was stalking her. Over the years, she thought she had forgotten such things. But today, when she saw those eyes again, she realized she hadn't.

The terrible memories had lingered like poison in her heart and laid dormant for years until they suddenly erupted, instantly overwhelming her.

Lila clutched Kieran's hand tightly and shook her head. Her gaze was almost pleading as she said, "Don't go. Just stay with me for a while. I won't be scared anymore when I fall asleep."

Her fragile and pitiful appearance, like a sick little kitten curled up on the roadside, evoked sympathy. She gripped his clothes, unwilling to let go. Kieran bit his lip and bent down, lifting her in his arms.

Lila draped her arms around his neck, seeking more security.

Kieran looked down at her, his face brushing against her forehead, burning with fever. This intimate gesture seemed to calm her, and her expression visibly softened.

He gently placed her back on the couch in the living room and rubbed her messy hair. "Wait here for a bit, okay?"

"Can't I go with you?" she asked softly.

He looked at her, his heart softening completely. His gaze darkened, and he sighed, barely audible.