Boss's Sweet Secretary

The reason for Jane's termination was particularly harsh. "Frequent mistakes at work leading to errors in the finance data, causing a drop in efficacy. After much consideration, she will be dismissed. Nowadays, the personnel files were all standardized on an online server. With such a record, no company's finance department would ever hire her again.

"Is there any problem?" Scott asked at the door.

Jennifer came out of her daze.

"No, I'm just asking."

Jennifer remembered her conflict with Jane that just happened yesterday. Hans had no intention of defending her. Instead, he pushed all the blame on her in front of Jane.

"What are you thinking about?" After Scott left, Rose was busy looking at the recruitment plan that Scott had just sent over. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Jennifer who was in a trance, she couldn't help but asked.

Jennifer stopped for a moment and said with hesitation.

"Do you know why Jane was fired by Mr. Hans?"

"Who knows?" Rose glanced at the door of the president's office and said softly,

"Who knows what that lunatic is thinking? Maybe he just fired her because he didn't like the way she looks."

Although her name was not on the resignation list today, it did not mean that it would not happen tomorrow or the day after, so she had to be careful about what she said.

Jennifer had her own opinion.

Maybe Hans was not as indifferent to her as it seemed.

She just didn't understand, if he cared about her, why was he always so mean to her? Was it just because of what happened before?

Half a year ago, she had just gotten over the pain of losing her mother and she had a chance to spend time with Hans under the same roof for a period of time. It seemed that they were so close to being together.

One day, for some unknown reason, Hans did not go home even though it was late at night. She didn't see him at the office in the morning either. She only realized that Hans was at a bar all day when the bar owner called her and asked her to pay the bill.

Jennifer apologized and paid for all the things he smashed and the alcohol he drank. She took Hans home laboriously, but he refused. He kept mumbling and said that it was not his home.

In the end, she had no choice but to take him to a hotel.

It was late at night, she didn't even get a good look at what kind of hotel it was. She didn't bring her ID so she had to convinced the front desk that she wasn't going to spend the night before they gave her a

room.

As soon as she entered the room, she was scared by what was in front of her.

The purple lacy curtains, the bed covered with roses, and the bathtub right in the middle of the living room showed Jennifer that this was not a normal hotel.

Seeing the bathtub, Hans took his clothes off as he stumbled towards it, which made Jennifer scream.

She didn't know how she got on the bed with him, nor did she know who started it. Looking at his handsome face that was still frowning, she blushed and stared at him without blinking for a long time.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her in a daze. He pulled her down and got on top of her. She could smell the strong alcohol on him, but Jennifer was crazy about that smell.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat, she did not dare to move.

During that time, the old Mrs. Miller was busy looking for a well-suited husband for her. After all, she was not really a Miller. After her mother passed away, it was inappropriate for her to live in the family house, and ran to Hans's place every other day. People would gossip about it sooner or later.

Mrs. Miller had introduced her to many people. She also dragged her to meet a few guys. She was not interested, but she could not bear to reject Mrs. Miller's kindness.

What could she say to make Mrs. Miller believe that the person she liked was the man in front of her? The man who she called brother for the past ten years?

His kiss was a little cold on her lips, but her breathing was hot, and it gradually became raging. Her mind was blank and she did not have the chance to think about what was happening, but she still remembered how everything happened even now.

In her head, her first time having sex was heart-wrenchingly painful at first, but there was a kind of tenderness hidden behind his aggressiveness. He was calling her by her name. Although she was shy at first, she took initiative later on.

That night, she thought that she had finally crossed that final barrier with Hans. So she got up early the next morning and ran to the family house tiredly to confess to the old Mrs. Miller. In her life, the only person she wanted to marry was Hans.

However, everything seemed to have changed after that. Hans, the world's most gentle brother seemed to have turned into another person after that night. When he looked at her again, he was like a ferocious beast that wanted to dismember her inch by inch.

On the night when the old Mrs. Miller decided that Hans needed to be responsible and got engaged to her, he came out of the family house with a gloomy face and drove home without saying a word. Then he dragged her out of the car and threw her on the sofa in the living room.

"Jennifer, your usual innocence was just an act. right? You took the initiative to seduce me and then told my grandmother to try to make this engagement happen. You must love playing mind games." "Hansy... I don't understand... what you mean."

"Oh, you are calling me Hansy? You would sleep with your brother? Begging your brother to f*ck you? I must be really lucky to be your brother then."

It was the first time that she had heard such nasty words. The first thought in her mind was that this person did not seem to be her Hansy.

That night, Hans demanded sex with her in the living room angrily. She was ready to marry him so she forgot about whatever he said before. She did not reject his request, she thought he would accept her, the only thing was that the bright light above them hurt her eyes.

"Can we go to the bed?" She lowered her head and asked him with a red face. She didn't dare to look at his eyes at all.

"Not every woman desreve to go on my bed."

He was very aggressive, he tore off her clothes and he ruthlessly stepped on all her love and admiration for him in that bright living room.

He raised his head and his eyes were filled with coldness.

She finally realized that this was a punishment.

After that, they were doing it every night. She had to always accept his sudden outburst of anger, and he told her she should accept his punishment.

She had always felt that she was being punished for having sex with him without his consent when he was drunk, and for running to his grandmother to ask for marriage, which made him feel blackmailed.

It had been more than half a year since then, but it seemed that she could never make up for what she did.‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒