Devilish secretary-Chapter 294 Buying new House

Lilith leaned back in her seat, stretching slightly. "I’m going to buy a new house."

She smiled.

And somewhere inside him, that soft smirk of hers pulled at something deeper in his chest.

He nodded slowly.

"...All right," he said, pressing the accelerator gently. "Let’s go."

***

Inside the agency, agents were already lined up, papers in hand, all flustered once they recognized the Carter CEO. And standing beside him was A stunning woman with unreadable expression.

Lilith walked slowly behind him, but after the third or fourth brochure was pushed into her hands, she leaned toward him and whispered, "You should head back."

He stopped walking and turned to look at her.

And gave her the most betrayed look she’d ever seen.

"Why?" he asked like she just slapped him with a pillow.

"You know why," she said, folding her arms. "If your mom finds out you’re the one showing me around, she’ll think you bought the house for me. She’ll tear me apart in three seconds."

Alexander’s shoulders dropped. He sighed like someone had just stolen his only chocolate.

"But I just wanted to... you know... help," he said, voice quieter now. "We were having such a good moment."

Lilith rolled her eyes but smiled, gently fixing the collar of his shirt. "You are helping. Just maybe... do it from a few kilometers away."

He looked at her, blinking. "So I’m banned?"

"Temporarily," she said, tapping his nose. "I’ll call you when I find something."

Alexander sighed again, eyes lowered like a kicked puppy.

Lilith couldn’t help but laugh under her breath.

She leaned forward and whispered just for him, "You can still sneak over at night. But for now, go. Be a good boy."

He looked up, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

"...Only if you give me something to look forward to."

Lilith smirked and gave him a small wink, playful but dangerous and Alexander’s heart skipped like a teenager. He stared for a second, completely lost in it.

Meanwhile, Sir Sparkleton stood silently nearby, glowing eyes blinking in quiet horror. His robotic vision zoomed in a little too much and recorded every second of what came next.

Alexander turned suddenly to the group of real estate agents behind them, all watching with wide eyes and fake professional smiles. He gestured with a sharp flick of his fingers, "Look away. Now."

The agents immediately turned around, staring at walls, plants, shoes anything but the couple.

And the next moment—

Alexander grabbed Lilith’s waist and pulled her in like he was claiming something.

His lips found hers quickly—desperately.

His hands tightened at her waist, pulling her body close until there was no space left between them. He kissed her slow at first, like a whisper of a goodbye... but when she didn’t push him away, it deepened. His heart raced. His chest pressed against hers. The entire world vanished for him in that second.

He didn’t let go.

Not until he was satisfied.

Finally, he stepped back slightly, breathing heavy, lips slightly red, eyes half-lidded. His smirk was lazy, pleased, and far too proud of himself.

Lilith, on the other hand, just stood there.

Completely expressionless.

Her face calm. Blank. Beautiful.

She blinked slowly.

Then looked down at her clothes, fixing a wrinkle near her waist.

Sir Sparkleton beeped nervously and whispered in his voice-only mode: "INAPPROPRIATE PUBLIC AFFECTION LOGGED. WILL BE REPORTED TO FILE ’UNHINGED MOMENTS.’" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Lilith didn’t even glance at either of them.

She sighed.

Goodness. That man was shameless...

Finally, after one last deep, far too intense look, Alexander stepped back and left.

The soft click of the door closing behind him echoed faintly, but Lilith didn’t turn around. She stood still for a moment, her fingers adjusting the strap of her handbag, her expression unreadable.

Sir Sparkleton rolled to her side with a hum. "ENEMY TARGET WITHDREW. MISSION CAN PROCEED."

Lilith sighed under her breath. "He’s not the enemy."

"THEN WHY AM I FLUSHING FROM EMBARRASSMENT?" Sparkleton replied and Lilith shook her head with a faint smirk.

The agent returned shortly after, holding a digital tablet, smiling with practiced politeness. "Miss Lilith, shall we proceed? May I ask about your budget?"

Lilith nodded calmly and gave the figure. It wasn’t massive—but comfortable. The savings she had from her years as Alexander’s personal secretary were generous—he had always paid her well. Added to that, she had some passive income trickling in from the website she’d quietly managed on the side, and a portion of funds from the original owner’s bank account, which had been untouched until now.

She didn’t want anything grand.

She didn’t need chandeliers or a walk-in closet the size of a ballroom.

"I want something small," she said clearly. "Two bedrooms. A kitchen. One bathroom. Enough space to work and rest. I don’t need more than that."

The agent blinked but nodded quickly, clearly surprised.

She came with Mr. Carter; he thought she would prefer a more luxurious option, a villa with private pools and a garden.

Sparkleton beeped proudly beside her. "PRACTICAL. EFFICIENT. MINIMALIST. VERY UNLIKELY TO ATTRACT IN-LAWS. APPROVED."

Lilith raised a brow at him but didn’t disagree.

They stepped outside into the golden afternoon light as the agent prepared to show her the first house.

They had seen at least seven houses.

Sir Sparkleton had stopped beeping by the fourth.

The agent’s smile had grown stiff, and Lilith was polite as ever, walking through each house with silent observations and a subtle shake of her head by the time they reached the front doors again.

"None of these feel... right," she had murmured once, half to herself.

By the time they reached the last stop, the agent looked a little tired. "There’s one more, Miss Lilith. It’s smaller than the others. Not fancy. But maybe it’s what you’re looking for."

Lilith stepped out of the car quietly and followed.

And the moment she saw it—her footsteps slowed.

It wasn’t impressive. Not even from the outside. A small house tucked at the end of a quiet lane, with a simple gate and a modest garden that had overgrown in one corner but still held charm. A wooden porch with peeling paint, and a vine curling lazily around the edge.