Chapter 65

Dorian pushed the door open and locked eyes with Lila who was still lying weakly in the hospital bed. Lila's dark, clear eyes quietly regarded him. She had seen various versions of Dorian. The one who shone like starlight under the spotlight, the one who laughed and conversed with investors, the one who was composed and strategic in his dealings, and the one who, despite his low status in the past, was ernest and striving for improvement. Each version of him carried a unique calmness and elegance. But now, he looked disheveled. Although he still wore the same suit as usual, perhaps due to his urgency, the collar of his shirt was damp with sweat, showing a color that varied in shades, giving him a somewhat awkward appearance. His expression was no longer the high and mighty demeanor he usually held. Was he in such a rush to speak up for Zara? Or was he here to seek justice? Lila felt no desire to speak to him. She also realized how ridiculous she had been to argue about Zara'