too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 405

Lila rummaged through the pile of clothes she had brought in with wet hands, muttering under her breath, "How could I forget one?"

But no matter how much she searched, there wasn't a towel.

She froze, trying to figure out how she could grab a towel without embarrassing herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by the outline of a tall figure outside the frosted glass door.

Kieran knocked lightly. "Lila, your towel."

Lila froze in silence.

"Just leave it by the door," she said after a pause, pressing her lips together tightly, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I'll grab it myself."

She heard the quiet sound of his chuckle, and her face, which had just begun to cool, instantly heated up again.

"Alright," Kieran replied.

After hearing his response and watching his shadow retreat from the door, Lila cautiously cracked it open just a silver.

The towel had been neatly placed on the stool outside. In one quick, fluid motion, she reached out, grabbed it, and shut the door again.

Kieran, catching a fleeting glimpse of her soft, fair hand darting out and vanishing in an instant, found the whole thing both amusing and oddly endearing.

Inside, Lila took what felt like an eternity to dry herself off, making sure every detail was in order before finally stepping out.

Kieran was on the couch, his head slightly lowered as he typed something on his phone.

Her gaze flickered to his screen.

She sighed quietly to herself. Being someone in his position wasn't easy.

Always working, always busy.

It seemed exhausting.

"Uncle Kieran, I'm done. You should go wash up now," she said, breaking the silence.

Kieran put his phone down, went to wash his hands, and returned to her without delay.

Before Lila could react, he took the towel from her hands and began drying her hair. Then, reaching for a bottle of hair oil from the shelf, he carefully worked it into the ends of her hair.

The scent wafted up—it was quintessentially jasmine.

So this was why she always carried that faint, fresh fragrance with her.

Leaning down slightly, Kieran brushed his nose against her shoulder.

The brief contact sent a small shiver through Lila, and she turned to him, her expression puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

Kieran chuckled softly. "Just checking if Mrs. Morgan is made of jasmine flowers."