Devilish secretary-Chapter 407 Gossip

It was a pair of matching couple bracelets, elegantly crafted with black and silver beads, each with a tiny charm in the shape of a lock and key. They were delicate but striking.

"Oooh—couple bracelets!" the host squealed dramatically, glancing back and forth between them. "Looks like the game knew something we don’t, huh?"

The audience burst into teasing laughs and light claps. Lilith glanced up at Alexander, half-amused, half-exasperated — her eyes saying, "Don’t even think about putting that me right now."

But Alexander, being Alexander, only smirked deeper. He plucked the bracelet with the lock charm and held it up for her, his eyes glinting wickedly under the lights.

"May I?" he asked softly, only for her ears, his voice low enough to make the host and a few fans lean forward to eavesdrop.

Lilith gave him a glare that would’ve frozen most people in place but her ears turned slightly pink as she reluctantly held out her wrist.

Alexander slipped the bracelet on her so smoothly that it almost looked rehearsed, his fingers brushing her skin a second too long.

She snatched the other bracelet and snapped it on his wrist, tugging the charm a little too tightly — her silent revenge.

The host clapped, nearly bouncing. "Perfect match! Looks like fate has spoken!"

Lilith only rolled her eyes, shooting Alexander a just-wait-till-we’re-off-stage look. But when she glanced at the bracelet dangling on her wrist, she couldn’t hide the tiny curve of a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

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The event had barely ended and the buzz was louder than ever. The entire ride back, Ray had been glued to his phone, giggling like a mischievous child as he scrolled through headline after headline, while Ethan, who had come with Lilith to the event, was taken away separately by his family driver.

"Lilith Parker and Ethan Carter: Secret Lovers?"

"Love Triangle Shocker: Sebastian Carter vs. Ethan Carter for Lilith Parker’s Heart!"

"Pfft—HAHAHAHA!" Ray burst into laughter again, his shoulders shaking so much that Lilith had to nudge him before he hit his head on the car window. "Why are they so dramatic?! Ethan’s literally married!!" Ray wheezed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

Lilith just smiled, amusement flickering in her eyes. She reached out and ruffled his fluffy hair with a quiet affection that made him close his eyes and lean into her touch like an overgrown cat.

"Alright, enough gossip," she murmured, but Ray wasn’t done yet. He threw his phone aside and wrapped his arms around her waist so suddenly that she almost lost her balance on the car seat. He hugged her tightly, his face buried against her neck, breathing in her scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

"Congratulations, Miss Mystery," he whispered, his voice warm and muffled against her skin. "You’re amazing at everything...! I love you sooo much..."

Lilith froze for a heartbeat—her eyes flickered with something deep and unreadable before softening. She let out a small chuckle, tapping the back of his head lightly. "I love you too, troublemaker," she teased, trying not to let him feel how hard her heart just thudded against her ribs.

But Ray wasn’t done. He shifted closer, his nose nuzzling her delicate skin as if he could hide there forever. She could feel his soft breaths, the way his lips brushed her collarbone—so innocent and yet so selfishly needy.

He lifted his head just enough to look at her, his big eyes glistening with playful mischief. "Can I kiss you~?" he asked, drawing out the last word, his lips curling into that cheeky smile that only Ray could pull off without being annoying.

The memory flashed in Lilith’s mind—clear as day. Back then, Lilith chuckled again, suddenly remembering that moment in the past when she was his secretary — when he had suddenly taken over Alexander and kissed her cheek without warning.

At that time, she’d been so confused...

"Always asking for kisses, hmm?" she murmured, her tone low and teasing. Ray just nodded, his hair falling slightly into his eyes.

"Only yours," he whispered, as if confessing the biggest secret in the world.

She leaned forward, her hand cradling the back of his head. She brushed her lips softly across his forehead. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Ray’s eyes fluttered shut at the touch, a shy smile tugging at his lips. When she pulled back, he let out a small, dreamy sigh, resting his forehead against hers.

Lilith’s fingertips traced along Ray’s jawline, her eyes lingering on every tiny detail of his beautiful, familiar face... the softness in his cheeks, the way his lips curved when he pouted, the faint shadow along his jaw where stubble would be if he ever let it grow. She memorized him like a sacred ritual, her gaze burning with that quiet, dangerous devotion only she could hold.

Outside, the car slowed and finally pulled to a gentle stop in front of Rose Manor, the place that now felt like their tiny, chaotic kingdom.

Yes, she was back to Rose Manor.

Practice before marriage, they called it. A playful excuse, maybe but one that made Ray’s eyes light up every time he said it out loud. "Practice makes perfect, Miss Mystery~" he’d tease, pulling her down into his arms with a boyish grin. And she’d pretend to roll her eyes before she sank willingly into his warmth every single time.

Inside the house, chaos was always waiting to greet them. Sir Sparkleton and Miss Sparkleton — the world’s strangest robot couple had taken up permanent residence too. Sir Sparkleton, with his red blinking eyes and constant muttering about anything he see.

And his wife, Miss Sparkleton was all sunshine and sugar, her pink glowing light flickering whenever she was happy — which was most of the time, since she adored Rose to pieces. Rose would sit on the rug with her, braiding Miss Sparkleton’s fake hair and giggling when the robot maid twirled dramatically.

"Sir Sparkleton is bad, Miss Sparkleton! He’s a red flag!" Rose would announce every other day, arms crossed like a tiny judge. She’d point accusingly at Sir Sparkleton’s blinking red eyes that seemed to judge everyone back.

But Miss Sparkleton, bless her clueless wires, would always let out a tiny, static-filled sob. "Miss Rose~~~ don’t say that! I’m colourblind! I can’t see any red flags!" she’d wail, her mechanical arms flailing.

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