Devilish secretary - Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Chapter 214 Her man
“I like your robot—he’s so cute!!!” Lila said, practically skipping toward Sir Sparkleton. With a bright giggle, she leaned down and pinched his cold, metallic cheeks like he was some kind of oversized action figure.

Sir Sparkleton’s red eyes blinked once.

Then twice.

Pinch.

Pinch.

“Warning… facial sensors temporarily distorted. Recalculating cuteness index…” he spoke, his voice buzzing slightly from the sudden affection assault.

Lila gasped with delight. “He even talks like a grumpy old man! How adorable!” she squealed, giving his square head a gentle tap like a pat on a puppy.

Sir Sparkleton straightened up from his tiny beach chair with as much dignity as a half-sunk tin can could muster.

He raised one little arm, dramatically brushing her fingers away.

“Miss Lila, please refrain from unauthorized cheek-pinching. I am a highly classified surveillance and defense companion—”

He paused, as if this next part pained him,

“—not a plush toy from a carnival.”

Jack laughed from beside the bonfire, hiding his grin. “I warned you, Lila, he takes himself very seriously.”

Lilith, arms folded and enjoying the breeze, arched a brow. “He’s also a walking camera, emotional predictor, personal bank, and one overly dramatic gossip tin can.”

“Proudly all of the above, Miss Lilith.” Sparkleton huffed.

Then his red eyes blinked rapidly, scanning the distant path beyond the bonfire.

He went still for a moment.

Then softly muttered…more to himself than anyone else:

“Strange… rising heat detected. Emotional pressure spiking. Estimated temperature… volcanic.”

Lilith’s gaze sharpened.

“Oh?” she said quietly, her smile subtle…playful, but knowing.

Her eyes flicked toward the dark trail just beyond the flickering edge of firelight.

“Guess the human doll’s finally arrived.” She thought.

Sir Sparkleton sighed like a man about to watch kingdoms fall.

“May the stars protect us all.”

Lilith sat calmly by the fire, one leg crossed over the other, a warm plate of barbecue in her hands. The flames crackled in front of her while island boys danced barefoot on the sand nearby, laughing and clapping to the beat of the music.

She wasn’t tense.

She wasn’t rushing to hide.

Even if she knew a certain someone might already be nearby lurking in the shadows like the storm he was.

She was still enjoying herself.

Sir Sparkleton sat beside her, a skewer of grilled pineapple stuck to one of his arms like a trophy. He was humming to himself while quietly uploading a steady stream of photos to a very possessive inbox somewhere far away.

Just then, Lila plopped down beside Lilith with her own plate, cheeks puffed slightly from food and excitement. “Hey,” she said, nudging her gently with her shoulder. “You’re super chill, you know that?”

Lilith gave a noncommittal hum, tearing a piece of grilled fish slowly.

Lila stared at her for a beat before speaking again. “So… Jack told me—” she paused, lowering her voice playfully, “—that you swam all the way here?”

Lilith didn’t look surprised. She just kept chewing and finally said, “Hmm.”

Lila laughed. “Wait, really?! That’s insane. But… why?” Her voice lowered into a whisper, like she was asking something scandalous. “Sorry, I’m just curious! Were you like… running away from something? Someone?”

Lilith’s gaze shifted toward the sea, calm and endless under the stars. The flames danced in her eyes as she answered softly, “Actually… my boat had an accident.”

Lila blinked.

“I had no choice,” Lilith added, her voice smooth and quiet. “So, I swam the rest of the way.”

Something in her tone made Lila pause. She wasn’t sure if it was truth or a lie Or if it was something more dangerous than both.

And in that silence, as the music thumped louder and Jack joined the dance barefoot, laughing…

A new presence finally stepped onto the edge of the beach.

His boots sunk slightly into the sand.

His coat fluttered behind him like a shadow.

And his gaze..cold, sharp, possessive locked only on her.

Alexander Carter had arrived.

And this time, he wasn’t here to talk.

Lila’s laughter had barely faded when her gaze drifted past the dancing boys toward the edge of the beach. Her breath caught.

A tall figure walked with slow steps.

The man was breathtakingly handsome…broad shoulders under a long black coat, dark dress shirt tucked perfectly into matching slacks, his build lean yet powerful like a predator sculpted in glass and shadows. His hair was slightly tousled by the wind, and the dim firelight made his sharp jawline look carved from stone.

But it was his eyes that silenced everything.

Eyes like thunderclouds.

Eyes that held storms and silence at once.

Expressionless. Cold.

Focused on one thing.

Lila blinked, her cheeks suddenly warm as she whispered, “Whoa… who is that? He looks better than every actor I’ve ever seen.”

Lilith, sitting beside her, slowly turned her head to follow her gaze.

And the moment she saw him…Alexander Carter walking across the sand like the reaper in disguise..her expression changed. Calm dissolved. Her spine straightened.

Her eyes turned sharp, icy.

And when she caught the way Lila was still admiring him, that chill sharpened further.

“…He’s taken,” Lilith said flatly, her voice cool as the sea breeze.

Lila blinked, snapping out of her daze. “Huh? How do you know?”

Lilith rose to her feet, brushing off her dress with regal elegance, her head held high. She didn’t glance back at Lila.

“Because he’s taken,” she said without a hint of hesitation,

“by me.”

The bonfire crackled behind her. The music slowed.

And Alexander’s eyes finally met hers—

storm to flame.

Jack stood frozen, the warmth of the bonfire no longer reaching his skin.

He watched as Lilith, the strange, beautiful girl who had dropped into his life like a storybook character, suddenly walked towards unknown man.

The tall, terrifying man whose every step made the sand seem to sink deeper.

His black coat moved like it had its own power, and his presence alone made the entire atmosphere shift.

Jack didn’t know who he was..

But some part of him already knew.

That was her man.

And Jack had never stood a chance.

Lilith stopped a few steps before Alexander.

The beach was still.

Only the wind dared to move.

She tilted her head slightly, studying his face. His jaw was clenched, his fists still bloodied from earlier, though he hid them in his coat pockets now. His chest rose and fell in slow, simmering rage.

But behind that anger,

Behind those stormy eyes—

She saw something deeper.

Something wild.

Something desperate.

Her voice was barely a whisper, soft as the tide that once carried her here.

“Alexander…”

Her heart skipped.

Not from fear.

But because it had missed him and that annoyed her more than anything.

But right now…

He didn’t look like a man in love.

He looked like a storm craving destruction.

And she… was the lightning he was about to strike.