Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 17: Bumped Into by Hans

The car steadily stopped in front of the villa, and the dim street lights cast a lonely shadow on the car.

In the dead of night, the whole neighbourhood was silent except for the gust of cold wind blowing past

them.

Jennifer got out of the car, followed by another figure opening the door and leaving the driver's seat.

"Jennifer." Jackson quickly caught up with Jennifer. Before she got up the stairs, he grabbed her wrist.

"I have something to say to you..."

"What?" He pulled her into his arms unexpectedly as she turned around, and she slammed into his

warm embrace.

Not used to such physical touch, Jennifer hurried to push him away, but Jackson stood still, his

towering figure completely shrouding her.

"I came back for you—"

In the bedroom on the second floor of the luxurious villa, the lights were still on. A tall dark figure stood

by the curtain and witnessed everything that was happening.

The wine glass gradually cracked in the man's clenched fingers.

"Heh... Jennifer." There was a hint of playfulness in Hans's low and hoarse voice, and a wicked look

flashed in his gloomy eyes. "Very well then."

It seemed that he went too easy on her.

...

In the villa, Jennifer was surrounded by darkness.

"Jennifer, I came back for you—"

Jackson's words were still ringing in her ears.

"Back then, my parents insisted on sending me abroad to further my study. My mother even threatened

me with suicide..." He paused, his magnetic voice carrying a tinge of sadness. "to stop me from seeing

you again..."

"But even after all these years, I had never forgotten you, not even for a moment."

"Jennifer, give me another chance. Now I can protect you, I will not let anyone hurt you anymore!"

His words were so touching and heart-wrenching.

However, ten years had passed. They had both changed.

Especially since her heart belonged to another person now.

Even though that person had never cared about her.

The time was beyond her curfew given by Hans.

Jennifer was not sure if he was already home. She quietly took off her high heels and walked past the

entryway barefooted, not wanting to disturb anyone in the villa.

She fumbled for the light switch on the wall with her slender fingers, and then with a click, the whole

living room lit up in an instant.

"You still remember to come home?" Suddenly, a low and gloomy voice came from the sofa in the living

room.

The voice caught her by surprise. His tone was ferocious too, which made Jennifer tremble.

She turned around.

Sitting on the black sofa was Hans in a white bathrobe, casually crossing his legs. He was smoking a

cigar between his fingers. He looked natural, but it felt suffocating. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

There were a few maids that looked familiar to Jennifer standing next to the sofa with their heads down.

No one dared to say anything right now, but people were staring at her with disgust and anger.

Jennifer sensed that whatever happened next would definitely be unpleasant.

Was Hans angry at her because she came back later than the time set by him?

She stood barefoot on the cold floor, feeling cold and numb. She tried to explain to Hans, "Something

happened during the concert, so there was a delay..."

"Delay, huh..."

His sarcastic remark interrupted her sentence. Hans crushed the cigarette butt in his hand into the

crystal ashtray. He raised his delicate but angry face, his expression was unfathomable.

"Using such a lame excuse to deceive me, Jennifer, you are really something else!"

His deep voice shook Jennifer to her core.

Her widened eyes inadvertently revealed her nervousness.

"Did Hans know something?" She thought.

Even so, she had to force herself to calm down. She could not reveal anything to him.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about." She wanted to turn away and go upstairs. "I'm tired, I'm

going to take a bath first..."

However, a stern and aggressive voice came from behind, "Stop—"

Jennifer instantly stopped and closed her eyes in desperation.

She felt a strong ominous premonition.

"Take off your clothes." He said coldly, without a trace of emotion, there was an authoritativeness in his

command.

The main hall was dead silent.

Jennifer almost collapsed to the ground with big shock.

"No, don't..." She turned around and shook her head. She pleaded with tears in her eyes. She glanced

at those maids who didn't dare to look up and chose to be silent.

He was actually asking her to take off her clothes in front of so many people!

Was he just trying to humiliate her?

"Why, do you need me to help you take off your clothes?" He raised his thick eyebrows. His long and

narrow eyes were cold as ice.