Devilish secretary-Chapter 345 Jealous

"Alright," Lilith and Jackson both said in unison as they took their places.

The crew stood still.

"LIGHTS, CAMERA... ACTION!" the director shouted.

Instantly, Lilith’s entire energy shifted. Her face turned cold, her eyes blank, and her posture became elegant and poised like a sculpture suddenly alive. Every inch of her now belonged to Evelyne Myre.

Jackson stepped forward, sliding into character as Adam. His tone was heavy, his brows drawn low in frustration.

"You should stop pretending to be something you’re not," he said, voice laced with bitterness. "I couldn’t even recognize you today... You can’t just force feelings on me, Evelyne."

Evelyne tilted her head slowly, a mocking light flickering in her eyes.

"It’s easy to talk about letting go," Evelyne said softly, her voice calm but sharp. "But what if your precious Jess fell for someone else... and asked you to walk away?"

She stepped closer.

Adam’s face froze. For a second, he faltered.

"I... I can’t," he whispered, eyes filled with conflict.

Evelyne stared at him, expression unreadable but eyes burning with emotion.

"Then how..." she said in a whisper, her voice starting to shake, "how do you expect me to do it?"

She turned and began to walk away, her steps slow but firm.

"Wait—!" Adam suddenly grabbed her wrist, holding her back. His voice was louder now, desperate. "It doesn’t matter anymore! Me and Jess... we loved each other! That’s the truth, Eve! For god’s sake, just stop!"

Evelyne stood still. Silence stretched and then... she turned.

A faint, dark smile appeared on her lips, eyes shining with something unreadable.

"Alright," she said, so calmly it hurt.

Adam, flustered and emotional, suddenly pulled her into a hug.

"We’ll always be best friends," he said against her hair, holding her tight.

And Evelyne stood still.

••••

"CUT!" the director shouted, clapping his hands excitedly. "PERFECT!! That’s the take!"

The crew let out a soft wave of applause, a few claps echoing around the set. The assistant director scribbled notes, and the cameramen relaxed slightly, exchanging nods.

Director PJ beamed with pride as he turned toward the man seated quietly near the monitors.

"See that?" he said enthusiastically. "Look how incredible our cast is, Mr. Carter. The chemistry, the emotions—top-tier talent, I tell you."

He chuckled, still unaware.

Still blind.

Because right beside him, Alexander sat still as stone, his face carved with silence. But the air around him had shifted. The cold , businesslike aura was now heavy stormy. His fingers were clasped tightly, and his jaw was clenched, the muscles there twitching ever so slightly.

His eyes hadn’t moved.

They were still locked on the stage.

Still locked on Lilith and the way Jackson had hugged her.

Lilith, who had just pulled away from Jackson and stepped off the mark, calmly fixing her hair like nothing happened.

But she felt it. That stare. Like heat crawling up her spine.

She didn’t look toward him, not yet but the corner of her mouth curved just slightly, as if she already knew.

He didn’t like it.

Alexander’s eyes didn’t leave her even for a second as she walked off the stage.

Lilith disappeared into the changing room without a word.

A few minutes passed and then she returned.

No longer in costume—now dressed in a simple white shirt tucked into black baggy pants, her long hair tied back. A black cap rested low on her head, and a matching mask covered the lower half of her face.

She walked straight to the director, standing gracefully beside him.

"I’ll be leaving now," Lilith said.

The director looked up and nodded. "Yes, yes—of course. Good job today. You were brilliant as always."

Lilith turned her head slightly. Her eyes landed on Her human doll.

Alexander.

And for the briefest moment... the smallest smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Just a little flicker. Barely there.

But he saw it.

Alexander stood up immediately.

"Mr. Carter, are you leaving as well?" the director asked, surprised.

Alexander gave a slight nod, expression unreadable. "Yes."

Without another word, he followed Lilith, his steps quiet but sharp.

The director blinked, flustered, and scrambled to follow after him. "I’ll walk you to your car, sir!"

But Alexander didn’t respond.

Because his eyes were already fixed on the white figure ahead, disappearing past the studio gate like a ghost that had just stolen something from him.

***

The hotel hallway was quiet, only the soft echo of her footsteps bouncing off the walls. Lilith walked calmly, her white shirt swaying lightly with each step, the mask still covering her face.

She reached her room, slid the keycard, and opened the door.

The lights inside were dim.

She stepped in, closed the door behind her—

But before she could even breathe, a sudden heavy force pushed the door wide open again and slammed it shut from behind.

Click.

The lock turned.

She spun around in reflex—too late.

A powerful body crashed into the room, and before she could make sense of it, she was pinned against the wall.

Her back hit the surface with a soft thud, her breath caught in her chest. Her eyes widened as she looked up—

Alexander.

His hand was flat against the wall beside her head. His other hand hovered near her waist. His entire frame caged her in, pressing close but not touching, just enough to feel the heat.

Their faces were inches apart.

His breath brushed against her skin.

Their noses nearly touched.

And those eyes, those burning dark eyes were blazing like fire, sharp, stormy, and filled with something she couldn’t read.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The air was thick, silent, heavy, electric.

Then, Alexander’s hand moved.

He reached up and took hold of the black mask covering her face. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he peeled it away, revealing the soft curve of her cheek... and then—

Her lips.

Plump. Pink. Bare.

His gaze flickered down to them, lingering just a second too long.

Then he reached up again, pulling off her cap with one sharp motion and letting it fall to the floor without care. Her curls tumbled free, cascading down her shoulders like waves set loose from the ocean.

Lilith’s breath hitched slightly, but she stayed still.

His eyes drank in every inch of her face, as if he had never seen her before. As if she had belonged to him once and somehow slipped away.

Then, without warning, his hands gripped her waist.

Tight.

Possessive.

He pulled her just slightly closer, and their bodies nearly touched—only a breath of space left between them.

Still, he said nothing.

Still, she didn’t push him away.

Lilith tilted her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you going to speak... or are you just going to look at me like you want to burn me alive?"

Alexander’s jaw flexed.

And for the first time, his voice came...low, rough, and full of something dangerous.

"I should," he said. "After what you did."

Lilith smiled.

Slowly. Boldly. Wickedly.

Her eyes flickered up to his with calm amusement, lips just barely brushing his as she tilted her head.

"Oh?" she whispered. "You mean... the hug scene?"

Her breath touched his mouth. Warm. Teasing. Too close.

Alexander’s jaw tightened even more, his grip almost bruising now.

Lilith lifted her hand slowly, tracing a finger up the line of his chest, dragging it with maddening patience along the edge of his collar. Her voice came like silk—sweet, dangerous.

"Did watching me in someone else’s arms bother you... Mr. Carter?"

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His eyes burned into hers like they could consume her whole.

She leaned in even closer, lips nearly grazing his.

"I had no idea you were so sensitive..." she whispered, her lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

Alexander’s breath hitched—just once.

Her voice dropped lower. Darker.

"Don’t tell me you were... jealous?"

That word.

It cracked something.

His hand on her waist pulled her hard against him, bodies finally crashing together..no more space, no more teasing distance. She gasped softly, and that sound made his eyes darken with something wild.

His hand slid up to her jaw, thumb brushing the corner of her lips.

"You’re playing a dangerous game again, Lilith," he growled.

She smiled again, eyes half-lidded.

"I always do," she whispered.

Without another warning, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers...rough, hungry, and full of the emotions he refused to speak aloud. It wasn’t gentle. It was possessive. Frustrated. Like he’d been holding it back for too long and couldn’t anymore.

Lilith gasped against his mouth, but she didn’t pull away.

His hand slid from her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her soft hair, pulling her even closer. His other hand clenched her waist, pulling her against him with no space left in between like he couldn’t bear the thought of her being even an inch away.

She could feel the storm in his chest.

His lips moved fiercely against hers, punishing, claiming, as if trying to erase the memory of Jackson’s arms from her skin.

When he finally pulled back, just barely, their foreheads touched. His breathing was heavy. His eyes wild.