too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 234

Lila squeezed her fingers, then chuckled softly.

"I understand what you're saying. Although I promised Grandma and Aunt Nicole to marry Uncle Kieran, I never intended to spend my life with him."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you get it yet? I'll marry Uncle Kieran, but it's just for show. Once the public attention dies down, we'll separate. By then, he can be with the woman he really likes."

She sighed. "Ultimately, it's still me dragging him into this."

"Don't say that. Uncle Kieran won't blame you. We're family. Even if he weren't helping, it would be someone else in the family." Noah paused. "But there's one thing I want to say."

She looked up at him. Her clear eyes were like a crystal spring, making people feel inexplicably calm.

Noah, with his silver hair, often appeared carefree and rebellious. But when he became serious, he resembled Kieran more than ever.

"Lila, consider yourself a true member of the Morgan family. No matter what happens, we'll face it together as a family."

His words fell like a stone into a calm pond, creating ripples that spread through her heart.

She blinked, quickly lowering her gaze to hide the moisture in her eyes.

At Taylor's home, Taylor was about to leave when Camille called out to him.

"Don't go look for Finley to play chess today. Have you seen the news about Lila? Pack up and come with me to check on her."

Taylor, who was usually seen in a small vest, wore an ordinary shirt today. He looked puzzled.

He frowned and turned to Camille. "It's Dorian. Why does he look so disheveled?"

Outside, Dorian was leaning against the fence, barely holding himself up. He had driven over but got stuck halfway as if the world was conspiring against him. He couldn't get through the road, and in the end, he had to park and run the rest of the way.

Now, he was drenched in sweat, his face flushed from the heat, with large beads of sweat dripping down his face. He didn't even bother to wipe them away, his anxiety making him ring the doorbell again.

Upon hearing Taylor's words, Camille came over, looking at the figure desperately peering inside. She frowned slightly.

Dorian was swaying, almost unable to stand, his whole body leaning against the door.

"Should we let him in?" he asked, his voice tinged with pity. After all, he had known Dorian for years. Despite being angry with what Dorian had done, he still felt some attachment to him.