Devilish secretary-Chapter 403 Power Couple

Ethan sighed, stretching his arms behind his head. And just when I thought I’d get to sneak home, pull my wife into my lap, bury my face in her neck, he thought with a pang. But nooo... she’s probably buried in her medical books again. Can’t even bribe her with flowers these days.

"Didn’t even get to see my wife properly, you know that?" Ethan mumbled out loud, more to himself. "She’s always stuck in her thick books now, wearing those tiny glasses, looks so cute it’s illegal. But when I try to hug her, she says, ’I’m studying, go away.’ Hah! So cold!"

Lilith’s red lips twitched at the corner, almost like she was trying not to laugh. "Poor you," she said in a flat tone, picking up her lipstick and checking her face one more time.

Ethan leaned forward on his knees, eyes narrowing at her reflection. "You know, you could try to look a bit more sympathetic. Everyone else feels sorry for me."

She didn’t answer him, just calmly dabbed her lips with a tissue, looking like a queen who didn’t have time for silly men. Her red dress hugged her curves perfectly. Her long hair fell in soft waves down her back, and the tiny diamonds on her ears glowed under the lights.

No wonder Alex’s so damn possessive, Ethan thought, lips twitching. If I were him, I’d keep her locked up too — she’d make half the men in this city lose their heads.

He cleared his throat. "Anyway, you do look stunning, Lilith. Even I feel honoured to walk with you. Cameras are gonna love me more, though."

Lilith slid him a look, one brow arching like she was about to burn him alive. "Don’t embarrass me out there."

Ethan clutched his chest. "I would never! I’m the perfect ’fake guard dog.’ No actor dares to flirt when the boss’s brother’s beside you."

She grabbed her clutch bag and glided past him, her red heels clicking like a warning. Ethan scrambled up from the chair, trailing after her with a grin. Good thing my wife can’t see how smug I look right now, he thought. Or she’d make me sleep on the couch for a week.

He jogged to keep up with Lilith’s cold, graceful steps, mumbling to himself, "One day, I’m gonna have to be paid for being the official Carter Family body shield. Better than any boring guard they’ve got, anyway..."

Ethan sat in the backseat of the car that was taking him to the red carpet with Lilith. He leaned his head against the window, watching the city lights flash by. A small grin tugged at his lips as his mind drifted away from the noisy streets and the upcoming event.

He glanced at Lilith sitting next to him, looking like a dream in that red dress, scrolling through something on her phone without sparing him a look.

His smile softened when his thoughts wandered to Tara. He hadn’t seen her face-to-face in weeks because of his shoot abroad. In the beginning, when they were still awkward, he never thought he’d end up thinking about her this much. But Tara was different. So warm and caring, but never clingy and smarter than most people he knew.

He remembered the first time she made him that herbal soup. Ethan always had problems with his stomach — too much spice or oily food and he’d be curled up in bed for hours. Tara had asked about it once, and he’d brushed it off. The next thing he knew, she was researching herbal recipes, trying different things until she found something that actually made his stomach feel better.

One day, Ethan thought proudly, she’ll be the most famous doctor in the world. He chuckled under his breath, imagining it. Me, a world-famous actor, and Tara, a world-famous doctor. Power couple!

He remembered how she’d scold him when he complained about bland food, telling him to drink his soup like a good boy. The way her pretty face scrunched up when she was being bossy — Ethan felt his heart soften at the memory.

He sighed, leaning back into the seat, his grin still there. He couldn’t wait to get through this red carpet drama, smile for the cameras, do his "guard dog" duty for his brother, then go home and maybe surprise Tara with flowers or something nice.

He glanced at Lilith again. She raised an eyebrow, noticing his goofy expression. "What?" she asked flatly.

Ethan just shrugged and flashed a lopsided grin. "Nothing. Just thinking about my future."

Lilith rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, but Ethan didn’t mind. His chest felt warm.

When Lilith stepped out of the car with Ethan beside her, it was like someone dropped a bright jewel in the middle of the street — everyone turned to look. The flashes of cameras were almost blinding. Reporters, fans, and even a few staff members froze for a moment, trying to drink in the sight.

Lilith looked stunning in her deep red dress, the silky fabric hugging her figure perfectly, her long hair falling like a dark waterfall over her shoulders. And Ethan — well, Ethan Carter was already famous for being the golden boy of the entertainment world. Dressed in a sharp black suit with a single silver pin on the collar, he looked both playful and dangerously handsome, the kind of man who could steal the spotlight with just a crooked grin.

But tonight, that grin was nowhere near mischievous. He stood calmly beside Lilith, one hand lightly on her back to guide her through the small crowd. Every few steps, people whispered. It was big news — Ethan Carter, the beloved superstar was personally escorting the rising star, Lilith Parker.

The moment they reached the small stage set up for interviews, the press almost lost control. Microphones popped up like flowers after the rain. Cameras clicked rapidly, the flashes making Lilith’s earrings sparkle.

Ethan leaned closer and murmured near Lilith’s ear, "Ready, Miss Star of the Night?" His voice was low, playful, but she caught the supportive warmth behind it.

Lilith just shot him a sideways look, her lips curling into a faint, amused smile. Then she faced the reporters, her posture straight and elegant — completely unbothered by the chaos around her. freёwebnoѵel.com

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