Devilish secretary - Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Wicked
Alexander didn’t say a word.

He stood there like a statue sculpted from wrath and restraint, his cold gaze fixed solely on her…not blinking, not moving, not even reacting to the wind ruffling his coat. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes… they were burning. Not like fire. No…like ice cracking under pressure.

He looked like a doll carved from marble— A cold, angry doll.

Lilith didn’t flinch under his stare.

She didn’t shrink or back away.

In fact… she tilted her head again and gave him a soft, amused look—like a queen observing a child throwing a tantrum.

“Sulking?” she murmured under her breath, the corners of her lips twitching ever so slightly.

She found his angry silent treatment… adorable.

Behind her, Jack finally caught up, his steps rushed, face confused.

“Lilith,” he asked, brows furrowed, “Who is he?”

Lilith didn’t turn to Jack. Her gaze was still locked with the storm before her.

Before Lilith could even open her mouth, a certain tin can stepped forward proudly from behind her, puffing out his little chest plate as if this was his grand moment.

Sir Sparkleton raised one stubby mechanical arm toward Alexander and declared in his clear robotic tone:

“This is Master Sebastian Carter, CEO of Carter Corporation, and the registered owner of this unit. He is the most important human in Miss Lilith’s life—titled ‘Human Doll,’ status: emotionally volatile, deeply possessive, highly dangerous when jealous. Also… extremely wealthy and extremely in love.”

Jack froze. “W-What?!”

“CEO of Carter Corporation?!” Jack repeated, eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at the cold man standing in front of him.

“I’ve seen you on the news…” he murmured, the pieces in his head rapidly clicking into place. “There was a report… about your secret girlfriend going missing. Wait—” he turned to Lilith, realization dawning in his eyes. “Is that why you swam all the way here? You were… kidnapped?”

His friends behind him gasped softly.

Alexander’s jaw clenched as his fists curled. His voice came out like thunder through gritted teeth.

“I am taking my girlfriend. She might be suffering from internal injuries.”

Jack quickly stepped forward, concern flashing in his expression. “My mom’s a doctor—she checked her, she’s—she’s okay, she just—”

“I am taking her,” Alexander snapped.

He didn’t wait for permission.

In one swift motion, he swept Lilith into his arms—bridal style, as if daring the entire world to stop him. His coat billowed behind him.

“Wait—!” Jack tried, lifting a hand, but Alexander had already turned away, walking with firm, possessive steps back toward the dark SUV.

The group stood frozen.

Jack’s heart sunk into silence as he watched Lilith being carried away, her face unreadable, her arms looped lightly around Alexander’s neck.

His friends approached him quietly.

“She wasn’t meant for you, bro,” Finn muttered, patting Jack’s shoulder.

And just then, Sir Sparkleton turned dramatically, trotting up to Jack.

“Sir Jack! This is a gift from Sir Sparkleton to you, because this unit finds you honorable and somewhat charming.”

The robot reached into his small storage hatch and pulled out a tiny wildflower—one he had secretly picked earlier from where it had been stuck in Lila’s clothes. He held it up solemnly with his tiny arm.

Jack blinked, staring down at the odd but genuine gesture.

He bent slightly, took the flower, and gave the robot a gentle hug. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Sir Sparkleton’s red eyes flickered nervously.

“P-please release me. Emotional proximity too high. System overheating. Let me go!”

Jack chuckled and set him down, and with a jerky wobble, the robot dashed away at full speed–legs flailing wildly…after his master and Miss Lilith.

Jack watched them disappear into the night.

And despite the ache in his chest, he smiled.

***

Alexander sat stiffly in the backseat of the black SUV, his elbows resting on his thighs, fists clenched and placed between his knees. His expression was unreadable, jaw locked, eyes dark like midnight thunderclouds, staring straight ahead in silence.

Not a word.

Not a glance.

The storm within him boiled quietly.

Lilith was placed beside him, legs crossed and arms relaxed as if she wasn’t just abducted in bridal style five minutes ago. But she noticed his silence.

His clenched jaw.

His smoldering anger that made the air between them crackle.

“Human doll…” she whispered, voice low and teasing.

Still, he didn’t turn.

His fingers twitched slightly, but he remained motionless—his rage not yet settled, not even by her presence.

Lilith’s eyes gleamed with mischief.

So, slowly, gracefully, like a predator testing a wounded beast, she leaned in… her breath brushing his ear.

Still no response.

Until—

Her lips gently took his earlobe into her mouth, soft and slow, heat pooling into the space between them.

Assistant Quinn, seated in the front, caught it in the rearview mirror and nearly choked.

His hand shot out and he slammed the privacy partition shut like his life depended on it.

Now they were alone.

Alexander’s shoulders stiffened immediately. His body froze…like marble struck by lightning.

Lilith leaned closer, her voice now a sultry hum,

“My Alex…”

And something deep in his chest growled.

The way she said his name, so possessive, so soft, so wickedly sweet—

It was dangerous.

He still didn’t look at her. But the veins on his neck tensed.

His self-control was shattering…

And Lilith?

She knew it.

And she wasn’t done playing yet.

The soft hum of the car filled the air, broken only by the low sound of the tires gliding against the road. The tinted windows cast a dim, intimate shade inside, the world outside muted, forgotten.

And inside, the air was hot.

Lilith didn’t pull back.

She stayed close, her breath warming the shell of Alexander’s ear, her fingers trailing lightly along the inside seam of his sleeve—barely a touch, but enough to send a jolt through his already-tensed muscles.

Still, he refused to look at her.

His jaw was clenched, his fists were closed, and his legs spread in a rigid, dominant stance. He was TRYING desperately to hold on to his last thread of self-control.

But Lilith had never been one to play fair.

She shifted, slowly sliding one leg over his, her dress brushing against his thigh. Her palm rested softly on his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell with every restrained breath.

“Still mad at me?” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his neck now.

She tilted her head, letting her nose trace his skin gently, slowly, as if studying the way it burned beneath her.

He didn’t move.