too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 199

Lila closed her eyes briefly. "It doesn't matter anymore. None of this has anything to do with me. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

She turned to go, but Dorian's expression darkened. He grabbed her wrist again and, before she could react, yanked her forcefully toward the side.

The pull was so sudden and strong that Lila stumbled, nearly falling. When she tried to free herself, Dorian's grip tightened, twisting her wrist painfully. Her brows furrowed at the sharp discomfort.

"Let go of me, or I'll call for help!"

Dorian ignored her threat and dragged her to his car. He opened the door and tried to push her inside.

Clinging to the car door, Lila realized he had completely lost it. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked down at her.

"Lila, do you still love me?" he asked, his gaze searching her face for even the faintest sign of affection, anything to give him hope.

However, all he found was cold disdain and unmistakable disgust. Her expression was resolute, keeping him at a distance that felt impossible to breach.

Dorian's chest tightened, a sharp, almost physical pain spreading through his body. Only now did he finally understand—Lila's repeated refusals weren't out of stubbornness or spite. She didn't love him anymore. She had let go of everything they had, leaving no room for reconciliation.

Her indifference cut deeper than any words.

Lila glanced at his desperate, tear-filled eyes and laughed quietly, almost mockingly. The fact that he could still ask such a question after everything had happened was both pathetic and absurd.

Lowering her gaze, she began prying his fingers off her wrist, one by one.

Stung by her rejection, Dorian grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His voice was low and menacing, and every word was laced with desperation.

"Even if you no longer love me, it doesn't matter. You didn't love me at first, either. I've got all the time in the world to make you fall for me again."

Lila pushed him away with all her strength, her expression icy and unfamiliar.

"Dorian, do you really not see how disgusting this is?"

Their relationship had ended cleanly—or at least it should have. He stopped loving her first, and she chose to leave. It should have been over.