All Chapters of His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ophelia’s POV Working closely with Aaron Donovan was beginning to feel like playing a dangerous game. The man had a way of peeling back my defenses without even trying, making me question everything I thought I knew about him—and myself. The day started as most did, with Aaron’s sharp tone barking instructions the moment I stepped into his office. “Miss Lewis, I need the quarterly reports from division heads by noon,” he said without looking up from his laptop. “Of course, Mr. Donovan,” I replied. “And schedule a meeting with the marketing team this afternoon,” he added, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “Understood,” I said, already jotting down notes. His demands weren’t new, but there was a tension in the air that felt different. Over the past few weeks, Aaron’s demeanor toward me had softened in small, almost imperceptible ways. He wasn’t outright kind—he was still the same demanding, no-nonsense boss—but there were moments when his gaze lingered too long or his voice di

Ophelia’s POV The tension between Aaron and me had reached an unspoken truce, though the dynamics of our relationship were far from simple. Each day in his office was a chess match of emotions and professionalism, neither of us willing to make the first move. Aaron remained as sharp and demanding as ever, yet there were cracks in his icy demeanor—moments that felt too intimate for the boundaries we claimed to maintain. That morning, I was deep in the throes of a particularly frustrating task. Aaron had requested a detailed analysis of prospective mergers, and the data was a labyrinth of numbers and trends. I stared at my screen, rubbing my temples as the words blurred together. “You look like you’re about to throw that laptop out the window.” His voice startled me, and I looked up to see Aaron standing in my doorway, arms crossed, an amused glint in his eye. “Not out the window,” I muttered. “But maybe into the coffee machine.” He stepped into my office, glancing at the jumble o

Ophelia’s POV The next few days passed in a blur of reports, meetings, and Aaron’s relentless demands. He was back to his usual self: curt, exacting, and impossible to please. Yet, there was something different—a crack in his veneer that revealed itself in fleeting moments. A brush of his hand as he handed me a document, a lingering glance during a meeting, or a subtle softness in his voice when he addressed me directly. But he never overstepped. Aaron Donovan was a man who thrived on control, and it was clear he wasn’t ready to relinquish any part of it—not even his feelings. That morning, I found myself in the middle of a particularly hectic schedule. Aaron had tasked me with organizing a last-minute meeting with international partners while also preparing a detailed analysis of competitor strategies. My desk was a minefield of sticky notes, files, and my half-drunk coffee. “Miss Lewis,” Aaron’s voice called from his office. I sighed, setting down the highlighter I’d been usin

Ophelia’s POV It had been a week since Aaron’s near-apology, and life at Donovan Corporation continued at its relentless pace. Aaron maintained his usual cold, calculated demeanor during the day, and I worked tirelessly to ensure everything flowed smoothly. Still, there were cracks in his fortress, moments where the man behind the ruthless businessman slipped through, and I couldn’t stop myself from noticing. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. Aaron Donovan occupied my mind far more than I was comfortable admitting. Each day, I told myself I’d keep my distance, focus solely on my goals, and avoid personal entanglements. Each day, I failed. It was late one evening when my carefully constructed wall began to crumble. I was still in my office, organizing files for Aaron’s upcoming meeting, when the intercom buzzed. “Miss Lewis,” came his familiar voice, sharp yet laced with something I couldn’t quite place. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” “My office. Now.” I sighed, brushing a stray strand o

Ophelia’s POV The kiss haunted me. I couldn’t stop replaying it, over and over, no matter how hard I tried to shove it to the back of my mind. The warmth of Aaron’s lips, the intensity in his touch—it was as if he had unraveled every piece of armor I had meticulously put in place. It felt wrong, too raw, too dangerous. But at the same time, it had awakened something in me I thought I’d buried for good. I stared blankly at the spreadsheets on my laptop, trying to focus. My apartment felt like a cage, each quiet second amplifying the storm in my chest. I hadn’t seen Aaron since that night, hadn’t even heard from him. Part of me was grateful. It gave me space to think, to figure out how I could move forward without letting emotions derail my plan. But another part of me—a foolish, naive part—felt disappointed. The sound of Caleb’s laughter pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced toward the living room, where my son sat cross-legged on the floor, playing with his favorite set of blocks.