Devilish secretary - Chapter 175

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You don’t like me?” His tone was even, almost indifferent, but Lilith wasn’t fooled.

There was something underneath..something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Her gaze flickered to him, studying the sharp lines of his face, the way his jaw tensed ever so slightly.

A slow, knowing smile touched her lips.

“Oh, it’s not about liking or disliking.” She tilted her head, eyes glinting with amusement.

“I just prefer knowing who I’m dealing with.” His gaze darkened, the darkness of his eyes turning stormy.

Jealous?

Lilith studied him, her amusement flickering for a brief second.

Was that really it?

Jealousy?

“You forgave him easily,” he muttered, his voice low, almost bitter, as a shadow crossed his face.

Lilith let out a small laugh, tilting her head.

“And you’re the one who told me to forgive him.” Gray didn’t respond right away.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, the sharp clench of his jaw betraying the storm inside him.

Lilith narrowed her eyes, watching him carefully.

Gray remembered what happened yesterday.

Alexander’s memories, he had seen them.

The time spent together.

The easy conversations.

The moments in the mall and then, there was the makeout session.

That, too, had flashed before his eyes.

That was it.

That was why he had taken control without a warning, why Alexander had been shoved aside.

Gray’s fingers flexed against the wheel, his entire body tense as if the thought alone was enough to make his blood boil.

Lilith leaned back, crossing her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“You’re sulking,” she mused.

“How cute.” His jaw clenched harder, but he said nothing, his entire focus fixed on the road ahead.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

*** Lilith’s gaze swept across the towering fortress walls, her expression unreadable as she took in the complex carvings and the faded remnants of a time long past.

A slow sigh left her lips.

“This place isn’t as grand as mine,” she murmured, almost to herself.

Gray, who had been walking a step behind, caught her words.

His brows furrowed, and he turned to look at her.

“What do you mean?” Lilith shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips, but she didn’t answer.

Gray wasn’t the type to let things slide, but before he could press further, he got distracted.

He wanted to hire a tour guide, thinking it would make things easier, but Lilith waved him off, uninterested.

“That’s unnecessary.” Gray frowned.

“How else will we know the history?” Lilith chuckled, placing a hand on her hip.

“I already know it.” And then, effortlessly, she began to explain.

“In ancient times, places like this weren’t just built for royalty, they were statements of power.

The higher the walls, the more untouchable they seemed.

But look at the design.

It’s defensive, not just decorative.

The placement of the windows, the structure of the inner courtyard… It’s all strategic.” Her voice was steady, her tone confident.

It wasn’t something she memorized from a book-she spoke as if she had lived through it, as if she had seen these palaces rise from the ground with her own eyes.

Gray didn’t interrupt.

Instead, he simply watched her.

The way her eyes sharpened in focus, the way her hands moved slightly as she explained, the way she seemed lost in a world only she could see.

For a moment, he almost forgot why he was here.

Then, just as suddenly as she had begun, Lilith broke out of her thoughts and turned toward him with a grin.

“Let’s take pictures.” Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the grand window overlooking the fortress grounds.

The golden afternoon sun bathed the scene in a warm glow, making the ancient stone shine like something out of a dream.

Lilith held up her phone.

“Stand still.

The view is perfect.” Gray crossed his arms, standing stiffly as she adjusted the angle.

Click.

The camera captured him just as he was sharp, striking, like a man straight out of a romance novel, dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark pants, the wind ruffling his hair ever so slightly.

Lilith looked at the photo and smirked.

“Not bad.

You look like someone’s book boyfriend.” Gray shot her a flat look.

Lilith only laughed, tucking her phone away as they continued exploring.

Gray frowned, his sharp gaze fixed on the lush green trees growing on the second-floor terrace of what was once the queen’s chambers.

The sight didn’t sit right with him.

“How is it possible for trees to grow here?” His voice was low, thoughtful, as he tilted his head, studying the way the branches stretched toward the clear sky.

The palace was old, its foundation made of heavy stone, its design meant for Magnificence, not nature.

Yet here, in this elevated space where no roots should thrive, the trees stood tall, their leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze.

Lilith, standing beside him, only smiled.

“Nature always finds a way,” she said simply, but there was something in her tone…something knowing.

Gray glanced at her, waiting for her to elaborate.

Lilith stepped forward, trailing her fingers lightly over the rough stone railing, her eyes tracing the delicate veins of a leaf that had drifted onto the ledge.

“Back in ancient times, this place wasn’t just a fortress, it was a home.

A queen’s home.

A woman who lived in a world of power and war, yet still wanted a piece of peace for herself.” She turned to Gray, the breeze tugging at her hair.

“She ordered trees to be planted here, even when the builders said it wasn’t possible.

She had the floors reinforced, the soil carried up, and the roots carefully nurtured.

Because for her, this wasn’t just stone and walls.

It was life.” Gray stared at her, the quiet passion in her voice, the way she spoke as if she had stood here once before, watching that very queen make her choice.

For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, finally, he muttered, “You know too much.” Lilith smirked.

“And yet, not enough.” The trees swayed above them, a silent reminder that some things, no matter how unlikely, always find a way to exist.