Devilish secretary-Chapter 412 Lilith parents

"You smell so good," he groaned, his hands sliding to her hips, fingers pressing into her dress as if he could touch her skin through the fabric. "You look like temptation itself. How can I watch you leave like this? What if someone else sees you and wants what’s mine?"

Lilith let out a soft laugh, breathless, eyes half-lidded as he turned her in his arms. Now they were face to face, barely a hair’s width apart. He held her chin gently, tilting her head up.

"Nobody can have me," she murmured, her eyes meeting his — deep and bright, so full of dark longing. "You know that."

Gray’s lips curved in a dangerous, hungry smile. He kissed her then — not soft, not slow, but deep and demanding. His tongue teased hers, stealing her breath, his hands roaming down her back, over the curve of her hips, pulling her tighter against him.

Lilith’s fingers slid into his hair, tugging him closer, matching his hunger with her own. The kiss felt like fire under her skin, burning away her nerves, leaving only want behind.

When they broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, breathing hard, Gray’s eyes were darker than ever. His thumb brushed her lower lip, already swollen from his kisses.

"Let’s go before I do something you might regret," he said, his breath coming heavy. Lilith nodded, feeling that same heat in her chest.

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The Royal Truce Restaurant was warm and elegant, tucked away from the winter wind outside. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow on the floors, and the faint sound of a piano drifted from the main hall. A waiter guided Lilith and Gray down a quiet hallway to a private section, each step echoing in Lilith’s chest like a drum. She could feel Gray’s hand brush against her lower back, a silent reminder that he was there beside her.

When they stopped in front of a large wooden door, Lilith swallowed hard. Her fingers brushed over the handle. She wasn’t used to feeling this kind of nervousness. She could tear apart people who betrayed her, face enemies who wanted her dead, but now she felt like a small child standing outside a locked door, wondering if there was love waiting behind it.

Gray leaned close. "You’re ready?" he asked quietly, his voice low and warm.

Lilith nodded, though her hands trembled slightly. She pushed the door open.

The private dining room was softly lit, the round table set for four with delicate porcelain plates and crystal glasses. But Lilith didn’t see the fancy place settings or the soft flowers arranged in the center. Her eyes locked instantly on the man sitting at the far side of the table. Tall. Strong shoulders. Dark hair neatly combed back, but streaks of grey near his temples. And those eyes—icy blue, sharp yet so familiar they struck her heart like lightning.

Her breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she didn’t see Lennox Wulf — she saw him... her father from hell she lost when she was just a small.

Her legs felt weak, but she still stepped forward. "Father..." she whispered, her voice so low and raw.

In her mind, memories she didn’t even want to remember flashed — a great castle in hell, cold stone hallways, the only person who taught her how to hold a sword, who told her she was his pride. He was gone so suddenly back then, leaving her to rule alone.

And now... he looked the same. Lennox looked at her, surprised, he hadn’t expected her to come running like this.

"Father!" she said again, the word heavy in her mouth like she was a little girl again. Without thinking, she moved forward and hugged him, arms wrapping around his strong shoulders. The moment her face pressed into his chest, warm tears welled up in her eyes.

Lennox was stiff for a second. He hadn’t expected her to hug him like this — not so soon. But when he heard her breathing shaky and felt how tightly she clung to him, he slowly raised his arms and hugged her back, large hand pressing to her back like he was afraid she’d break.

Gray watched from behind, his lips pressed in a line.

Lilith pulled back a little, just enough to look at Lennox’s face properly. The more she looked, the more she realized this man was human — not her devil father, but her real father, the man from this life. Her tears rolled down anyway.

Lennox looked at her with that same cold, royal stare but now there was warmth there, regret and pride all tangled together.

"My little angel..." Lennox said quietly, his voice deep and rough. "You’ve grown so strong."

Beside him, Daisy was already crying. She stood up from her chair and reached out for Lilith’s arm, her eyes red and puffy. "You were so little when they took you from me," Daisy said shakily. "You’ve become so beautiful, my little Lee Lee bug..."

Gray stayed close, his posture straight like a polite son-in-law. He met Lennox’s eyes for a brief second — a small nod passed between them.

Lilith turned, and for a moment she was still that little devil girl who’d lost everything once. But now... she was here. She had her human parents in front of her, warm arms wrapped around her shoulders, Gray beside her, and her old scars didn’t hurt so much.

Lennox was surprised at first. He sat there stiff for a moment, feeling the weight of his daughter’s arms around him, this girl who carried his blood, yet grew up so far from his protection. He thought it would take time... maybe many meetings and careful words before Lilith would soften up to them. She hadn’t even accepted her little brothers properly yet — she’d kept them at a polite distance, as if she still wasn’t sure they were real. freēnovelkiss.com

But now, feeling her small tremble, hearing her say "Father..." like it was the only word she could hold onto — it broke something heavy inside his chest. Lennox wasn’t a man who showed softness often. His cold blue eyes had seen betrayals, power struggles, old wounds that never closed. But right now, as he held her tighter, he felt like a piece of his heart that had been frozen for years was slowly warming up.

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