too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 67

Lila later thought that if Kieran hadn't been there during that time, she might not have survived.

The flu hit her hard. The day she fell ill, her fever spiked and wouldn't come down. She lay weak in bed, unable to lift a finger.

She called Dorian, but Zara answered the phone instead. Lila couldn't remember much of what she had said in her dazed state. She sent another message later, but there was no reply.

She hadn't reached out because she wanted him to come. She wouldn't want him to risk catching the illness.

But being sick and possibly facing death in a foreign country, filled her with an overwhelmed loneliness. She just wanted to hear his voice, to feel some comfort.

But there was nothing.

Kieran found out the next day and rushed over.

By then, she hadn't had water all day.

She couldn't eat either, not because she didn't want to, but because she was too weak to move.

She was so sick that she could barely recognize anyone, yet she saw Zara's post on SoulLink.

It was a photo of a man massaging her ankle.

Only a pair of hands were visible, but Lila instantly recognized them as Dorian's.

There was a mole just above the webbing between his thumb and index finger on his left hand, clearly visible in the photo.

Looking back now, she realized that the post on SoulLink had been meant for her to see.

She closed her eyes, trying not to dwell on it. She was afraid that touching her old wounds would bring back painful emotions.

Dorian almost heartbroken and moved to tears when he heard her say "Who wouldn't feel bad when they're sick?" just now.

"I'm sorry, Lila, I really am. I didn't know. If I had known, I would've been there."

In the past, just seeing him like this would have made Lila forgive him without hesitation.

It was like asking whether emotional cheating or physical cheating was worse.

She couldn't understand. Does betrayal come in different degrees?

"From the moment I first met you, I really liked you. I imagined countless times what it would be like to grow old with you."

Lila frowned and pulled her hand away. She could still feel his warmth lingering on her skin, which made her feel extremely disgusted.

But years of good upbringing made her respond politely.

"You don't need to tell me that. It's not that I never loved you, but that love has long since faded to nothing."

Dorian felt like he was losing his mind. Then, Lila gently raised her hand and casually tossed the three beads toward the trash can. As they missed, they bounced on the floor a few times before slowly rolling to a stop by the wall in the corner.

He suddenly remembered the day the bracelet had broken. Lila had squatted down to pick up the beads, her small figure crouched on the ground, looking so pitiful.

He had kicked one of the beads away back then, and it had bounced and rolled away just like this.