too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 127

"Terry, do you really think you're someone important? I've put up with you for a long time!" Dorian cursed and threw a punch in return, unwilling to back down. They swung their fists wildly, and they stopped only when they were both too injured to move.

Terry lay on the ground briefly before slowly getting up and leaning on the wall. He spat the blood from his mouth and sneered. "You're not worthy of Lila."

As he turned to leave, Dorian laughed coldly. "Terry, do you know who that woman was? You say I'm not worthy of Lila. What more have I not done for her?"

Terry didn't stop walking as he listened to Dorian's question, striding away with his mind fixed on one thought—he should never have agreed to help Dorian.

From the moment Dorian was entangled with Zara, he should have realized that Dorian was beyond redemption. He was a man who wanted it all, taking whatever he could while disregarding everything else.

Terry waited for a long time outside Lila's hotel. His injuries went from numb to painful. He frowned but remained silent.

Finally, he saw her approaching. The cool night breeze lifted the hem of her skirt, and she looked like a fairy who had wandered into the human world.

Lila noticed the blood on his face and blinked her beautiful eyes in surprise. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out two alcohol swabs. "Do you want to clean up first?"

Terry instinctively took them but only crumpled them in his hand, almost squeezing them into a ball. He had thought of many things to say, but when he stood before her, he was unsure how to begin.

She was kind, and he didn't want to hurt her. He hesitated, trying several times to speak but remaining silent.

She looked at him, her beautiful eyes briefly dropping before she chuckled.

"Is it about Dorian? Or the script?" She paused, then added, "Or do you plan to tell me that the script was something Dorian asked you to deliver?"

Terry inhaled sharply. He hadn't said anything, but her guesses were almost spot-on.

They exchanged smiles, both of them silently agreeing never to bring up Dorian again.

In Evergreen Heights, Kieran had just finished showering and put on a simple outfit, his hair was still wet. He casually wiped it with a towel. His movements were slow, and his eyes were clouded, hiding his emotions.

Just then, Cole's call came in.

He answered, and the voice on the other end spoke first. "Mr. Morgan, we've figured it out. Zara arranged the rumor through a major Twitter influencer. She paid him 20 grand."

Cole could faintly hear a light chuckle from the other side.

He asked, "How should we handle this? Should I get someone to deal with her privately?"