Devilish secretary - Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Chapter 121 I can’t stop Chapter 121: Chapter 121 I can’t stop Her hands gripped the fabric of her dress tightly, and her lips quivered as she looked at him.

The sight of her weakness tugged at Rayan’s heart, filling him with guilt.

He sighed deeply, pulling her into his arms.

“Lia… don’t cry,” he whispered, his tone unusually soft.

“I hate seeing you like this.” She looked up at him, her tear-streaked face filled with desperation.

“Then why, Rayan?

Tell me why!” Rayan hesitated, his jaw clenching as he debated whether to tell her.

But seeing the anguish in her eyes, he leaned closer, cupping her face gently.

“Fine,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“I’ll tell you.” He leaned into her ear and began speaking softly, revealing a truth that made Lia’s heart pound in her chest.

Her eyes widened with each word, her hands trembling against his chest as she listened.

Jealousy and disbelief clouded her features, and her breath hitched audibly.

“Th-this… this is impossible…” she stammered, pulling away from him slightly.

Her eyes darted frantically as if trying to piece together a puzzle that refused to make sense.

She looked at Rayan, her expression shifting from confusion to a wild, desperate rage.

“Why her?

Why always her?!” she cried, her voice breaking as she clenched her fists.

Rayan reached for her, but she pulled away, pacing the room like a caged animal.

“It’s not fair!

She doesn’t deserve it-none of it!

I’ve worked so hard, I’ve stood by you through everything, and yet she-” “Lia, calm down,” Rayan interrupted, his tone firm but weary.

“You’re the one I love.

You’re the one I’m with.

Don’t let this-” “Don’t tell me to calm down!” Lia shouted, tears streaming down her face.

Her jealousy was eating her alive, and her mind raced with thoughts of revenge.

Rayan sighed, stepping closer and pulling her into his arms despite her protests.

“Lia, listen to me.

Nothing will change between us.

I promise you, you’re the only one who matters to me.

Lilith is nothing compared to you.” But Lia’s mind was already spiraling, her thoughts consumed by envy and anger.

She buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking his shirt.

Rayan stroked her hair, his expression unreadable.

“You don’t have to worry about her, sweetheart.

She’s just a piece on the chessboard.” But Lia’s thoughts were far from reassured.

Lilith, you might think you’ve won, but I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping into my life.

*** The serene silence of the library was broken by the sharp vibration of Gray’s phone.

He took a deep breath, clearly annoyed at the interruption, as he pulled the device from his pocket.

With a glance at the screen, his expression turned colder.

“What?” Gray answered curtly, his voice sharp and to the point Just like Alexander.

The person on the other line spoke hurriedly, and Lilith watched as Gray’s expression shifted slightly.

His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed as he processed the information.

“Grandma was admitted to the hospital?” he repeated, his tone flat and devoid of any sadness or concern.

His lips pressed into a thin line, and Lilith noticed the distinct lack of emotion in his face.

While others might panic at such news, Gray remained eerily calm, almost indifferent.

Lilith, on the other hand, couldn’t help but hide her smirk.

So, the old hag finally crumbled under the weight of her own sins?

she thought, her piercing blue eyes glinting with amusement.

Gray ended the call with a sharp click and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

He turned to Lilith, his expression unreadable.

“Let’s go,” he said simply.

Without another word, they left the library and headed to the car.

Gray opened the passenger door for her, and she slid in, her mind already planning her next move.

As he started the car, an uneasy silence settled between them, thick and heavy.

Lilith finally spoke, her voice light, almost nonchalant.

“So, are you dropping me at my home or the Rose Manor?” she asked, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

Gray’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove.

“Are you not coming with me?” he asked, his voice quieter this time, almost hesitant.

Lilith raised an eyebrow.

“You want to take me there?” Gray’s grip on the wheel relaxed a little, and he looked at her, his dark eyes gentler than before.

“You’re family too,” he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice surprising even himself.

Lilith blinked, caught off guard for a brief moment.

Her smirk returned, though it was softer this time, almost genuine.

“Fine.

Let’s see what kind of chaos awaits us,” she said, leaning back in her seat, her tone laced with mischief.

Gray’s lips twitched into the faintest of smiles as he drove on.

**** At the prestigious Care and Cure Hospital, known for its exorbitant fees and VVIP treatment, the corridor outside Grandma Bria’s ward was eerily silent except for the sound of muffled sobs-or so it seemed.

Rose sat on a bench outside the ward, her small frame trembling.

Her delicate hands covered her face, her shoulders shaking as if overcome with grief.

Passersby slowed down as they walked by, their hearts aching at the sight of the little girl.

Many assumed she was crying for her ailing grandmother.

A few exchanged sympathetic glances, and one elderly couple whispered, “Poor thing, she must be devastated.” To them, the scene was heart-wrenching-a young girl, too small to bear such heavy emotions, mourning for a loved one.

But, in reality, nothing could be further from the truth.

Behind her hands, Rose’s face was red-not from sorrow, but from trying to stifle her laughter.

Her body shook not with sobs but with uncontrollable giggles that threatened to spill out at any moment.

Beneath the guise of grief, she was laughing so hard that her stomach ached.

Goodness, I shouldn’t be laughing… but I can’t stop!

Rose thought to herself, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her composure.