Devilish secretary Chapter 379 She was angry

Lilith stood up.

She picked up her bag and turned toward the door, but sothing made her pause. Her eyes drifted toward the corner of the room, where a large canvas stood resting against the wall. She walked over, slowly, her footsteps quiet against the polished wooden floor. The painting was half-finished—brush strokes frozen mid-motion, as if the artist had walked away and never returned.

Lilith stared at it for a long ti, her expression unreadable.

After a mont she walked to the door. She didn’t look back this ti.

The door clicked shut behind her, and the apartnt fell quiet once more.

***

Alexander’s jaw clenched tight as the tension in his chest built like a storm. His fingers gripped the edge of the seat, knuckles turning white. The car engine humd softly in the background, but it only seed to fuel his frustration.

"Where is Lilith?" His voice was low, dangerously calm, but it carried a intensity that made even the driver in front stiffen.

Assistant Quinn flinched slightly before quickly replying, "Sir... sir, I don’t have any idea... I thought Miss Lilith was at ho. I swear, I—"

"She’s not," Alexander snapped, cutting him off. His eyes narrowed as he turned slightly, facing the tinted window but not really seeing anything outside. The city lights passed like blurred ghosts, unimportant. What mattered now was the tightening feeling in his chest—the unknown. The fear.

His head leaned back against the cool leather of the backseat, and he closed his eyes for a mont, inhaling slowly through his nose as if trying to calm the raging chaos in his head. But it didn’t help.

It had only been a few days since he woke up from that hellish coma, and already, everything was spiraling.

Alexander’s brows furrowed deeper as he tapped her na on his phone screen again.

Call ended.

He stared.

Again, he pressed.

Call ended—imdiately.

His chest tightened.

He quickly opened the ssage window and typed.

"Lilith, where are you? Please answer."

But as soon as he hit send... a red error popped up:

ssage not delivered.

His heart dropped.

And that’s when it hit him.

She blocked him.

His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned pale. For a mont, he didn’t say anything—he just sat there, the silence in the car suddenly louder than ever. The thought twisted like a blade inside his chest.

She had blocked him.

Lilith, the woman who once let him walk into her life without question... had now shut the door in his face.

He leaned back slowly, still staring at the screen, eyes blank, heart screaming.

"That’s bad," he whispered under his breath.

Assistant Quinn, noticing the shift in his boss’s face, stayed quiet but watched nervously.

Alexander’s gaze grew darker, jaw clenched so tight it ached.

She was angry.

***

Lilith had just stepped out of the small restaurant, her stomach finally warm with food after a long day. She had chosen the corner seat far away from the crowd, hoping to eat quietly and return ho with a clear mind. But as she walked past the entrance, slipping her phone back into her bag, she heard a disgusting familer voice.

"Lilith!"

She turned slightly, not because she wanted to but because her body reacted before her mind could stop it. And there he was.

Rayan.

His face lit up the mont he saw her, as if the world had gifted him sothing unexpected. "Wow... it’s really you," he said, a smile stretching across his face as he stepped toward her, voice drenched in familiarity.

Lilith’s stomach twisted, not because of the food but because of him.

There was nothing pleasant about that smile. The sight of him made her feel cold, as if soone had thrown dirty water on her right after she had cleaned herself. Her expression hardened. Without sparing a single word, she turned to walk away, wanting nothing more than to erase his existence from her day.

But Rayan didn’t stop there. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, his grip too casual for soone so unwanted.

"Hey, wait—let’s talk for a bit—"

Before he could finish, Lilith twisted her wrist sharply, breaking free with practiced ease. The force made him stumble slightly, his happiness crumbling into surprise.

She looked him dead in the eyes.

There was no fear, no hesitation—only pure, icy disgust.

Her voice didn’t co, but her glare was louder than any curse. And without even a backward glance, Lilith turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Rayan standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

Lilith didn’t break her stride. Her heels clicked against the pavent, each step colder than the last. But the mont she heard his voice behind her—again—that sa annoying drawl wrapped in guilt, her eyes narrowed with pure contempt.

"Hey Lilith... I’m sorry. I know Lia’s truth..."

She stopped.

Not because his words ant anything but because the audacity amused her.

She slowly turned around, her hair swaying like a curtain of shadow. Her gaze cut through him like a blade, eyes gleaming with dangerous calm.

"You know her truth?" she repeated, her tone soft, almost like she was speaking to a child. "So what? You want a dal for that?"

Rayan opened his mouth, but Lilith tilted her head, her expression sharper now—deadly yet elegant.

"You betrayed once for her lies. And now that you know the truth... you think your apology matters?"

She stepped closer, her presence suffocating.

"You’re just a man who let a fox burn his own ho, then cried when he found it was made of ash."

Her smile was cold. Beautifully cruel.

"Don’t follow again. I’m not the sa fool you left behind. If I see you one more ti, I won’t just break your wrist."

She leaned in slightly, whispering in a voice that made his skin crawl.

"I’ll break your future."

And with that, Lilith turned and walked away.

However, she made the mistake of reacting—which only seed to excite Rayan more. He quickly followed her, thinking he still had a chance.