too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 192

"It's about to start. Hurry back," Lila called out after Michael as he briskly walked away.

She turned her attention back to the script, flipping through the pages one last time to ensure there were no details that were overlooked.

Michael was talented and quick to grasp concepts, but this role was unlike anything he'd done before. Although they had spent the past week dissecting the script, Lila couldn't help but feel a hint of nervousness as the audition drew near.

Still, what truly irked her was the piercing gaze from across the room.

Dorian, uncharacteristically reserved, didn't engage with anyone as he entered. Usually, he thrived in social settings like this, but today, he seemed out of place.

From the corner of her eye, Lila caught sight of his gaunt features. His sharp, brooding stare made him look like a vengeful ghost, lurking in search of prey.

And she was his target.

When their gazes met, it felt like two lightning bolts colliding, an electrifying force that could reduce everything in its path to ashes.

The venom in Dorian's eyes intensified when Michael returned with a small dessert in hand. His expression grew darker, a mix of malice and disdain that even Michael couldn't ignore.

"What's his problem?" Michael muttered, frowning as he sat beside Lila. "He looks like he's got some kind of mental illness."

Michael placed a small cake in Lila's hand, keeping one for himself. He took a bite and sighed contentedly.

"Food really does make everything better. You've got yours now too, so no tattling to my agent when we get back, okay?"

Michael seemed genuinely at ease. "Once this is over, I'm going home to sleep for a full day. I'm spending the entire day tomorrow gaming!"

His declaration sounded almost grandiose, as if he were announcing plans to conquer the universe.

She shook her head. For someone with a polished image, Michael's playful antics were a sharp contrast.

Dorian, on the other hand, seemed to falter slightly at Michael's taunts. His barely restrained fury simmered, the fire in his eyes threatening to consume him.

"Do you think he'll do well?" Michael asked, glancing at Lila.

"I don't know," she replied calmly, her expression unreadable.

It wasn't her concern anymore.

Her gaze remained steady as she looked toward the stage. The man standing under the spotlight bore no trace of the youthful confidence and ambition he once exuded.

"I bet he won't be as good as me," Michael commented, smirking. "How about we make it interesting? If I'm right, you owe me a meal when we get back."