Kieran's heavy mood from the day suddenly lightened with one simple question from Lila. He lowered his gaze, his eyes resting on her soft, pinkish face. His puzzled expression only made him more captivating.
"The tailor knows my size," he said with amusement.
Lila froze for a moment, then her ears turned red. She quickly let go of him, feeling a wave of regret. What was she thinking?
Kieran's clothes were mostly custom-made, and the brand he wore was well-known. Naturally, they would know his exact measurements.
"Have you eaten?" She awkwardly changed the topic.
"Not yet," he replied lightly, his voice carrying a subtle smile.
Noticing that her neck had turned red, he stopped teasing her and walked to the kitchen to prepare two plates of pasta. When the food was ready, Kieran called her in a soft voice.
"Lila, you can play later." He bent down slightly, looking at her card game with interest.
She had patience for it. Even though it was such a pointless game, she was playing it with such enthusiasm that it made him unintentionally get caught up in the joy of it.
Lila didn't catch what he said, but she felt his hand gently rest on her head. She looked up, meeting his gaze. "Have you finished eating? Can you still eat the cake?"
Kieran smiled helplessly. "I made pasta, and there's some for you, too. Go ahead and eat."
He bent down to pick up the small cake and walked toward the fridge.
Lila stood up and followed, the smell of food making her feel hungry. Although she had eaten lunch earlier, she hadn't really eaten much because she had been preoccupied. Now, the scent made her feel famished.
Next time, she would try not to bring up the topic of the woman he liked. That person was gone, and they could never go back to the past.
She slowly made peace with it, feeling much more at ease.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian)