too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 45

Kieran was still dressed in a suit. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and two shirt buttons were undone, revealing his collarbone.

He managed to stand upright, but his eyes clearly showed he was drunk.

He was such a capable man, yet he had a low alcohol tolerance. Lila found it somewhat endearing.

He steadied himself against the wall.

With his handsome features, he stood there with his eyes half-closed.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, his movements were relaxed and lazy, yet his noble demeanor remained unmistakable.

Cole explained, "Today isn't a business gathering. It was just a casual get-together with Mr. Morgan's friends, and he got a few extra drinks.

"Since Ms. Hart is here, I won't go in. Mr. Morgan hasn't had much to drink, so just give him some hot water and let him sit in the living room for a bit. He should recover soon."

He handed Kieran over to Lila, and seeing her nod in agreement, he left.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Lila helped Kieran sit on the shoe cabinet. "Uncle Kieran, let's change your shoes first."

He complied, and as Lila squatted down to look up at him, her eyes sparkled with a smile.

To her surprise, Kieran was also looking at her, his eyes fixed on her with a hint of desire simmering in their depths.

"Uncle Kieran?"

Lila took a deep breath. At that moment, buried memories came rushing back, gradually overwhelming her thoughts.

It was driving her crazy. Her face turned bright red, and she wanted to get away.

Kieran had already cupped her face in his hands. "Lila."

Lila instantly let out a sigh of relief. Kieran still recognized who she was.

That meant everything was fine.

She was scared out of her wits.

But in the next moment, the gentle sensation on her lips made her feel as if she had been electrocuted, leaving her mind blank.

She pushed him away, but Kieran acted first.

While saying that, she thought, why was she the only one left sober in this situation?

The remaining shred of her rationality screamed at her to push him away immediately.

Kieran's hand began to explore down her leg.

His large hand squeezed her fair foot, sending both tingles and thrills through her, making her heart flutter.

"Uncle…" Her heartbeat quickened.

She couldn't help but swallow, feeling dryness in her throat that made it hard to speak.

"Hmm, I'm here," he replied.

His voice was deep and husky, the drunken haze wrapping around him like a mist, making him all the more alluring.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" He glanced down at her pale feet.

Lila was left speechless.

Was this really the time to be worried about that?