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

Not far away, Matthew handed the bouquet back to Lila, saying something that made her smile.

Kieran's gaze remained indifferent. "Cole, does that man look familiar to you?"

Cole froze for a moment.

What does he mean by that? Wasn't that Matthew?

They weren't exactly close, but he definitely knew who he was, and so did Kieran.

But Kieran never asked pointless questions.

Cole thought for a few seconds but couldn't quite figure out what Kieran was getting at.

In the end, he decided to just answer honestly. "That's Matthew Quincy, an artist under Magi Pictures. Cedric assigned him to Madam, but from what I know, she's pretty busy, so most of her artists are managed by Ethan. Do you have any instruction regarding him, Mr. Morgan?"

He glanced at Kieran, whose expression was cold as ice, making it impossible to read his thoughts.

"Don't you think he looks a lot like Bryce?" Kieran asked.

Hearing that, Cole turned back toward Matthew and studied him carefully.

After a moment, he nodded. "Now that you mention it... yeah, there is a resemblance. Mr. Robinett has the classic Robinett family features, and Matthew's facial structure does look similar to his. But their overall demeanor is completely different."

After all, they had grown up in vastly different environments. Jasmine had always been strict with Bryce, while Matthew had been left to fend for himself.

He carried the resilience of someone who had survived on his own, but the harshness of his surroundings had also shaped him, giving him a contradictory yet distinct personality.

Kieran withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

Cole quickly added, "He probably just wanted to thank Madam. If it weren't for her, he'd still be bartending at Mr. West's club.

"Besides, everyone knows you and Madam have a strong, loving marriage. No matter how bold that kid is, he wouldn't dare have any ideas about her."

After saying that, Cole stole a glance at Kieran. His expression remained unreadable.

"Let's go," Kieran said coolly, his eyes dropping to the document in his hands, though he hadn't processed a single word.

Meanwhile, Lila had already said goodbye to Matthew and driven back to Vermillion Estate.

She was in a good mood, and seeing that, Cindy couldn't help but smile as well. Noticing the flowers in Lila's arms, she complimented them. "Those are beautiful."

"Aren't they? I picked them out just for Kieran." Lila grinned.

Hearing that, Cindy's smile grew even wider.

Ah, to be young and romantic.

Lila placed the bouquet on the table, planning to give it to Kieran when he got home.noveldrama

She lingered in the living room for a while, playing with Nova. By now, the little cat was completely at ease here full of energy, chasing toys and bouncing around.

Since Kieran wouldn't be back for a bit, Lila decided to take a shower first.

Halfway through her shower, Kieran returned.

Cindy greeted him warmly. "Sir, you're back. Long day?"

He gave a slight nod, his gaze drifting toward the living room.

"Madam went upstairs to shower," Cindy informed him, then picked up the bouquet from the table and held it out. "Oh, right, Madam got these for you."

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Kieran lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the sunflowers in full bloom.

Bright, cheerful, and warm.

But somehow, he didn't feel the warmth.

Cindy noticed he wasn't reaching for them and hesitated. "Sir?"

Kieran let out a short laugh, his voice carrying a faint hint of mockery. "Put them in

a vase."

With that, he walked past her without another glance, heading straight for the

living room. Cindy watched his retreating figure, puzzled.

Was he in a bad mood?

Hadn't he always been gentle and indulgent toward Lila?

Maybe he was just exhausted?

But no matter how tired he had been in the past, he had never let it show.

Still, Cindy knew better than to pry. Matters between the masters of the house weren't for a housekeeper to question.

Kieran sat on the couch, his faze

flickering toward Cindy as she

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carefully arranged the flowers in a

and carried them to thediving room.

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