All Chapters of His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ophelia’s POV Chemistry. That word seemed too light for the storm brewing between Aaron and me. It was too tame to describe the tension that hummed in the air every time we were near each other. What we had felt dangerous, combustible, like we were balancing on the edge of something neither of us could control. The week began as it always did—with Aaron’s sharp demands, my efficient replies, and the silent undercurrent of everything we weren’t saying. But now, there were cracks in our carefully constructed facade. Little moments when his gaze lingered too long, or when his voice softened in a way that made my pulse race. And there were moments I couldn’t ignore how my heart betrayed me, fluttering at the sound of his low, commanding tone, or the rare glimpses of vulnerability he let slip when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was late Tuesday afternoon when it happened. I was in his office, running through the latest client proposals, my focus locked on the screen in front of me. A

Ophelia’s POV The days that followed felt like a delicate dance—one where Aaron and I both teetered on the edge of something we couldn’t quite define. But the truth was unavoidable now. What we’d shared wasn’t just some fleeting connection or a moment of weakness. It was real, and it was terrifying. The weight of it lingered in the air, palpable in the smallest exchanges between us. A lingering glance here, a subtle brush of his hand there—everything had changed, even if we hadn’t said it aloud. That Friday, Aaron called me into his office just before I was about to leave for the evening. The way his voice sounded—calm but with an undercurrent of something urgent—sent a ripple of unease through me. When I stepped inside, I found him seated behind his desk, his tie slightly loosened, his hair disheveled in a way that made him look impossibly human. “You wanted to see me?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. He looked up, his blue eyes locking onto mine. “Close the door, Ophelia.” The

Ophelia’s POV I arrived at the office earlier than usual the next morning, hoping to find some quiet before the whirlwind of the day began. My thoughts were chaotic, a jumble of emotions that refused to untangle. The memory of Aaron’s lips on mine had been my constant companion all night. I couldn’t stop replaying his words, his touch, and the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. But I couldn’t afford to lose focus. The elevator ride up felt endless, and when the doors finally slid open, I stepped into the sleek marble hallway with a deep breath. Aaron’s office door was already ajar, the soft hum of his voice filtering out. He was on a call. I froze for a moment, unsure if I wanted to see him so soon. But as I turned to retreat to my desk, his voice called out. “Lewis.” I stopped mid-step, my heart skittering in my chest. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” I replied, keeping my tone neutral. He appeared in the doorway, his phone still in hand, but his gaze was fixed on me. Hi

Ophelia’s POV Being in love with Aaron Donovan was like being swept up in a whirlwind—unexpected, intoxicating, and completely unrelenting. It wasn’t that I planned for it to happen. If anything, I had resisted it with every fiber of my being. But the way Aaron loved—unapologetically, with quiet strength and unwavering devotion—made it impossible to hold him at arm’s length anymore. We were no longer hiding behind walls of professionalism or unresolved tension. Somewhere along the line, the pretense had slipped, and now there was no going back. Tonight, he’d insisted on driving me home after a late meeting. It wasn’t unusual; Aaron had made it a habit of ensuring I got home safely, but this time, it felt different. His hand lingered on mine a little longer when he opened the car door for me, and the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—sent shivers down my spine. The city lights blurred as we drove through the streets, a comfortable silence filling

Ophelia’s POV There was something different about walking into Aaron’s office now. Every interaction, every glance, every touch seemed charged with an unspoken promise neither of us dared to voice. It wasn’t just the chemistry—it was the way he looked at me, the way I caught his hand lingering on mine during meetings, and how I found excuses to pass by his desk more than necessary. He was sitting at his desk when I walked in, his tie slightly loosened, and his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal strong, tanned forearms. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to focus on the folder in my hands. “You needed these figures for the presentation,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt as I placed the folder on his desk. Aaron didn’t immediately respond. Instead, his eyes met mine, holding my gaze like a magnet pulling me in. He leaned back in his chair, his lips quirking into a small, knowing smile. “Thank you, Lewis,” he said, his tone professional, but the glint in his eyes gave him