Devilish secretary - Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Chapter 327 Date with ray(1)
The morning soft light spilled gently through the transperant tent window, casting a warm glow over the bed.

Lilith stirred, her body still sore but relaxed, only to frown when she felt something heavy pressing on her chest. She blinked groggily, trying to remember when she fell asleep, ah yes, after Alexander had cleaned her up with surprising gentleness, she’d slipped into unconsciousness, tangled in warmth.

But this pressure… wasn’t him.

She opened her eyes slowly, only to come face-to-face with a messy mop of dark hair.

“Good morning, Miss Mystery,” came a voice far too cheerful for the hour.

Her eyes snapped open in full horror.

“Ray?!”

There he was, beaming like the morning sun itself, his face buried in her cleavage, nuzzling like he’d found the coziest pillow in existence.

Lilith immediately grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked.

“What the hell are you doing, Ray?!”

Ray raised his head, completely unfazed, his eyes sparkling with innocent delight as he looked down at her body with the pure awe of a man witnessing a religious miracle.

Then he sighed dreamily and said in Spanish,

“Qué vista tan santa para la mañana…”

(“What a beautiful holy view for the early morning…”)

Lilith’s jaw dropped.

He was clearly not ashamed. Not even slightly.

Still holding his hair, she narrowed her eyes. “I swear to every realm, if you don’t get off me in three seconds—”

“Okay, okay!” Ray laughed, quickly rolling off with hands raised in surrender. “But admit it—you missed me.”

“I’ll miss your funeral,” she muttered, pulling the blanket up to her chest.

Ray only grinned.

So, Lilith’s night belonged to Alexander… but her mind was already racing with ideas for the rest of the day.

Morning—Ray.

Afternoon—Gray.

Evening—Darkness.

Yes, she wanted to give time to all of them today.

Lilith stood up, her bare feet touching the cold floor as she walked toward the divider. She reached the water bowl, soaked a clean cloth in the warm water.

Slowly, she wiped her body starting from her shoulders, down her arms, over her breasts, and then lower. The warmth helped her muscles relax, and she let out a soft sigh.

Once done with all cleaning, she changed into something light for now. Later, she had already prepared a stylish outfit for Ray’s date, something trendy, popular in the modern world. She wanted to make him look like a total heartthrob. He had the looks. He just needed her touch.

Then she turned and looked toward Ray, who was still lying lazily nearby.

She raised a brow. “Ray. Go freshen up.”

Ray cracked one eye open and grinned. “But I’m cozy.”

Lilith walked over and dropped a warm wet cloth on his bare chest.

“Get up. You smell like sleep and sin. Go wipe down. We’re going out.”

Ray groaned but sat up, rubbing his face like a lazy cat. “You’re cruel in the morning…”

Still, he walked there and took the cloth and started wiping himself. When the water touched his skin, he jolted slightly. “¡Frío! This is cold!”

Lilith smirked. “Warm. You’re just dramatic.”

As he wiped down his chest and arms.

After cleaning up, he wrapped a towel around himself and glanced at her with a teasing grin. “You planning to date all of us today?”

“Maybe,” she said with a proud smirk. “Morning is yours. So hurry up.”

Ray perked up immediately. “You want me first? Not cold bossy Gray, Alexander or grumpy Darkness?”

Lilith rolled her eyes and pointed at the stylish clothes she had laid out on the bed. “Put those on. You’ll look like a sinful model. Let’s make some mortals faint.”

Ray picked up the outfit and whistled low. “If I wear this… I might fall in love with myself.”

She smirked. “Stand in line.”

He grinned, motioning down at himself. “What about this tent?”

Lilith glanced at him and rolled her eyes, completely unfazed. “Don’t worry. Someone will clean up the mess later.”

Ray laughed, shaking his head as she picked up a black bag from the corner and casually swung it over her shoulder.

After he is ready.

She turned and headed toward the tent door. “Come on. We’ve got a date.”

Ray followed behind her, a spring in his step. “Wait—where are we going?”

Lilith didn’t look back as she stepped outside into the crisp morning air. Snow lightly covered the ground, the sky still pale and sleepy. She walked up to the car parked by the edge of the driveway.

“You rented this?” Ray asked, surprised as he watched her wipe the thin layer of snow off the windshield with napkin.

“Yeah,” she said, flicking snow off the handle and unlocking the door with a click. “Don’t expect a chauffeur, though.”

She walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for him with a smirk. “Your carriage, prince.”

Ray grinned wide, clearly enjoying the attention. He slid into the seat with exaggerated elegance. “If I knew you’d treat me like royalty, I would’ve married you the moment I met you.”

Lilith shut the door and circled to the driver’s side, her smile lingering.

This was only the beginning of the day and she intended to make sure none of her men forgot it.

Ray was full of energy, bouncing his legs, adjusting the heater, fiddling with the radio, then humming to himself when nothing played. He was the exact opposite of the others personality’s… He’s curious, talkative, and radiating boyish charm.

Lilith kept her hands steady on the wheel, eyes focused on the snow-dusted road ahead as he leaned toward the window like an excited child on a school trip.

“Ray…” she said softly, amused, “Why did you learn Spanish?”

He turned to her with a proud grin. “Because it’s cool! And no one understands me when I speak it, so I can sound mysterious and romantic at the same time.”

She chuckled, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “That’s your definition of mysterious?”

He placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “¡Absolutamente! And when I say something sexy in Spanish, they think I’m casting a love spell.”

Lilith laughed under her breath and shook her head slightly.

She didn’t tell him she understood the language perfectly.

She liked the way he lit up when he spoke it—so confidently, thinking he had his own private language with the world. She didn’t want to take that away from him.

So she just smiled, eyes on the road, letting him ramble on with phrases she fully understood… and pretended she didn’t.