too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 7

Taylor immediately called Dorian, not wanting to upset Camille further.

Camille calmed herself down. "Since Lila wants to focus on her career, and you're experienced in directing, lend her a hand over the next few years while we still have some influence."

"Don't worry about that. Lila is my prized student. I was most upset when she gave up this field to support Dorian. I even argued about it, blaming you for meddling in their relationship."

She sighed. "Now, I regret it even more."

At that moment, Dorian was having dinner with Zara. She had won a significant award, and Dorian suggested he treat her to a celebratory meal.

He had been in a bad mood, still troubled by Lila's decision to break up with him. When Zara, half playfully, suggested the dinner, he agreed without much thought.

"If only Lila were half as gentle and sweet as Zara," he mused.

"Did Lila reach out to you?" Zara asked midway through the meal, sounding a little disappointed.

Dorian frowned and shook his head. "No, it's my teacher. He suddenly asked me to go to his house. I've got to head over there now."

Zara's eyes lit up. "Is it Mr. Taylor Foster? I've always thought he's incredible. Could I come along and meet him, too?"

He was about to refuse but hesitated when he saw the hopeful look on her face. He couldn't turn her down and gently pinched her cheek. "Alright, but remember to be respectful. He doesn't like people who try to cozy up to him."

She playfully swatted his hand away, her tone still light but full of anticipation. "I just want to meet Mr. Foster. Even if I only get a minor role in one of his films, I'd be thrilled."

He looked at her fondly. "I'll help you get a role if Mr. Foster ever decides to direct again."

Taylor's home was a modest villa with a small courtyard. The front had a simple iron gate. From inside the house, they could see the entrance.

When Dorian arrived and stepped out of the car, Taylor tried to reassure Camille, "Please keep calm when you talk to him. I still hope they can work things out.

"Lila is soft-hearted; if Dorian sincerely apologizes and promises to set better boundaries in the future—"

He was interrupted mid-sentence by Camille's furious slap on the table. He jumped in surprise. "Why are you suddenly so worked up? Didn't we agree not to get angry?"

"Look outside, and then tell me if I should be angry."

With a cold laugh, she stopped the housekeeper from opening the door. "Don't let him in."

Camille had seen the entire scene—how Dorian exited the car and opened the door for Zara.

Taylor saw them standing side by side at the gate. Zara looked up at Dorian and spoke to him in an adoring, playful manner. They did make an attractive pair, but Zara was no match for Lila.

Taking out his phone, Taylor searched for Zara's name and compared her online photos to the woman standing outside. He confirmed it.

"It's Zara."

He frowned and added, "We don't know this woman. What's she doing here?"

"What is she doing here? She's tagging along with her 'brother' to try to cozy up to you!" Camille was so angry that she felt tightness in her chest.

He chuckled. "You can sympathize with Lila, but don't get too worked up. So what do you want me to do now? I'll follow your lead."

By now, Dorian had rung the doorbell for the second time.

"Call him and tell him we had to leave just before he arrived. Make him wait outside."