Devilish secretary - Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Planning suprise
Jackson, who had just wrapped up a scene with Nina, was leaning on a prop stand, wiping his sweat with a towel when he caught sight of her.

He froze.

His towel slipped slightly from his hand.

She looked stunning like a heroine stepped out from a painting. Graceful, elegant, yet not trying at all.

He didn’t even know why, but instead of walking off after his scene like usual, he stayed right where he was.

To watch her act. To see what kind of woman could carry that kind of presence.

Beautiful, yes but there was something more.

Something that made him want to see what she would do next.

The director gave a few quick instructions, adjusting Lilith’s mark on the set floor. She listened attentively and nodded.

A few background actors milled around behind her, murmuring softly as the camera rolled, but Lilith held the focus.

It wasn’t a complicated scene just a walking shot where she had to walk down the corridor and pause mid-step with a slight expression change. Easy for most.

Once the director called it, “Cut—scene’s good!” the crew began shifting to reset, but Lilith quietly stepped away without fuss. Unlike the other actresses who had assistants hovering around with umbrellas or handing them chilled drinks, Lilith moved on her own, slipping past equipment to where her half-finished water bottle waited by a chair.

As she reached for it, a shadow fell near her shoulder.

“Oh! Take this—cold water,” Jackson offered with a charismatic smile, holding out a fresh bottle like he was handing someone a gift.

Lilith glanced at it, then gave him a polite but distant smile. “No, thank you,” she said, her tone composed as she unscrewed the cap of her own bottle and took a sip.

“Alright,” Jackson chuckled, stepping back with a light shrug, though his gaze lingered.

Up close, he could see the fine features of her face—clear skin, lashes like shadows, plump lips. She didn’t fidget or flutter her lashes like most girls around him did. She didn’t even seem aware of her beauty. And that… made her even more captivating.

He had seen many actresses—gorgeous, confident, charming. But Lilith?

She was a category of her own.

***

Lilith’s days had started blending into one another—early morning wake-up calls, long hours on set, costume changes, rehearsals, retakes. The moment the production shifted to an outdoor location, she had to move into a nearby hotel for convenience. It wasn’t luxurious, just functional. And this time, she didn’t bring Sir Sparkleton with her. The little robot butler would’ve caused too much chaos in a hotel room.

Even without him, her routine remained full.

After wrapping up her scenes for the day, sometimes with sweat clinging to her back under the lights, sometimes with sand in her shoes from a riverside shoot—she’d always find a quiet moment in her hotel room to check on her other life. She’d pull out her tablet, scroll through the updates from her tech team, monitor the progress of her invention, and read through any reports Mr. Hons had forwarded. Everything was moving at speed, just like she wanted. Her project was progressing fast, almost too fast for those involved but Lilith was used to creating miracles on impossible deadlines.

Still, the silence of her hotel room at night felt a little too loud sometimes.

That’s when she would reach for her phone.

Sometimes it was a call. Other nights, a quick video chat.

Gray would often answer with tried eyes, sipping tea and offering calm, logical words.

Ray would tease her the moment her face appeared on screen complimenting her hair or making dramatic statements like, “Miss Mystery, seeing you cured all my loneliness today.”

Alexander, if he answered, kept it short but warm. A subtle smile. A quiet “Take care.”

But most nights… it was Darkness.

His voice. His low, steady voice filled the space of her empty hotel room, making her forget she was alone. Sometimes they talked about nothing. Sometimes he just watched her as she curled on the bed with a blanket pulled up to her chin.

However, each time they talked, no matter how sweet, teasing, or casual Lilith felt something wrong with him.

There was a pause between his words, like he wanted to say more but held back. A certain hesitation in his voice when she asked about his day. Sometimes his eyes would linger on her face longer than usual, as if memorizing her… as if preparing to tell her something he wasn’t quite ready to reveal yet.

Lilith wasn’t the type to push. She’d seen too many people try to force the truth out of someone, only to break what little trust remained.

So she didn’t ask.

She just let him talk, even if half his thoughts stayed buried behind that handsome face.

He’d tell her eventually. When he was ready. When his heart felt safe.

And until then… she would wait.

***

Lilith’s schedule had been nothing short of madness lately early call times, late-night shoot, and endless messages about deadlines. But despite the exhaustion settling deep into her bones, a small smile played on her lips.

Winter had arrived, bringing with it a soft flurry of snow outside the airport glass windows. The world looked quieter, gentler under the white blanket but inside her heart, excitement stirred like a secret waiting to be unwrapped.

Her human doll’s birthday was tomorrow.

She hadn’t told him a thing. Not about the leave she applied for.

She wanted to see the look on his face when she just… appeared.

But right now, all she could do was sit in the cold terminal with a too-hot coffee pressed against her palm, her head throbbing lightly from the rush of the past few days.

“Sigh…”

She stared out at the runway, sipping slowly.

Soon. Just a few more hours… and she’d see him again.

It was finally time for her flight.

Lilith boarded with a calm expression but inside, her heart was dancing like a flame in the cold. She found her seat, leaned back against the window, and closed her eyes.

Seven hours.

That’s how long it took to reach City Z—a place known for its freezing winters and moody gray skies. As soon as she stepped out of the airport, a gust of icy wind kissed her face, and her breath curled like smoke in the air. Compared to City M, this place was a snow kingdom.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she fished out her phone, opening the cab app with numb hands. She had saved the hotel address he once casually mentioned during one of their late-night calls.

The Moonlake Grand Hotel.

The name alone sounded expensive.

She didn’t message him.

She didn’t even drop a hint.

As she sat in the backseat of the cab, wrapped in her oversized coat, watching the white city blur past the window, a quiet smile formed on her lips.