Boss's Sweet Secretary

Jennifer, who was busy cleaning the leftover vomit with a tissue, froze when she heard his words.

"Yeah, I threw away his pants into the trash can. What should he wear now?" she thought.

"Well... I... I'll buy you a new one." She didn't even dare to look back.

Behind her, Hans snorted loudly. It seemed that he was very angry. After a while, he sneered and said in a very contemptuous tone,

"I don't wear clothes from some random shops."

Hans was deliberately making things difficult for her. He knew that in order to save money, Rose lived far away from the city. Her place didn't even have a security guard, let alone a large shopping mall.

Even if there was, no shopping mall would be open at this time. He should feel lucky to find any pants at all.

Jennifer closed her eyes and made up her mind. She was in big trouble either way, so she might as well deal with Rose first.

By the time she dragged Rose out of the bathtub, dried her up, put on her pyjamas, and dragged her to bed, it was already midnight.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat down on the chair in the living room. Before she could catch her breath, she looked up and she and Hans were staring at each other. "My pants..." Hans glared at her.

Jennifer's face froze, and she said awkwardly, "Look, it's past 12 o'clock, the malls are closed."

Hans's face darkened. After thinking for a long time as if he had made a big decision, he glanced at Jennifer.

"Forget it. Just buy whatever. The shops... will do."

Jennifer pursed her lips and thought for a few seconds. "The shops... will be closed at this time too."

"The shop owners are people too, people need to sleep, mister!" Jennifer thought.

"Well, why don't you wrap yourself in a bath towel? No one can see you at night anyway. I'll drive you home. That's good enough..."

Hearing Jennifer's words, Hans's face grew gloomy as if he could explode at any moment.

"Jennifer... Have I been too polite to you recently?"

These words were usually very scary to Jennifer, but at this moment, he was wearing a towel, sitting cross-legged on the little pink strawberry sofa Rose bought from the second-hand market. It was inexplicably humorous.

"There's nothing I can do..." She looked glum. "Or I'll go home and get it for you now."

Hans glanced at the Rose who was restlessly rolling on the bed. His heart was paralysed with fear of vomit. His face darkened. "No..."

He wouldn't stay in the same room with this crazy woman alone unless he lost his mind.

"No... No... What do you want then..."

There was some discontent in Jennifer's tone. It had been a long day at work and at night, she had to help Rose to clean up her mess. She was even almost molested by some pervert. She was very impatient at this point.

It was the first time that Hans had heard such an impatient tone from Jennifer. His face suddenly changed, and he looked at Jennifer coldly.

The coldness in his eyes was bone-chilling. Jennifer shuddered and came up with an idea in a hurry. She couldn't help but bounce up from the chair. "I'll call Nancy and ask her to take a taxi to send it..." Before Hans could say anything, she grabbed her phone, avoided his gaze, and went straight into the bathroom.

It was late at night, it was a problem for Nancy to get a taxi, and what time she could get here was another problem.

Even though she suggested it, she was not sure when this pair of pants would be delivered.

After the phone call, she sat in the bathroom for a while and hesitated whether she should go out or not. After all, the atmosphere outside was very unfriendly, she felt more comfortable in the bathroom. "Bang, bang!" A tall figure stood outside the bathroom door. The dissatisfaction in his tone was palpable. "Jennifer, it took you that long to make a call?"

She froze for a moment and slowly stood up from the toilet. She opened the bathroom door and casually made an excuse. "Nancy was asleep. It took her a long time to answer.."

Hans had a towel wrapped around his waist and it dragged on the floor, like a long evening dress. The only thing was that it was a little puffy and he looked very strange.

After the explanation, seeing that he still didn't leave, Jennifer held back her laughter and asked in a muffled voice, "Do you need something else?"

"I need to use the bathroom..." Hans glanced at her. "Why? Do you want to help?"

Jennifer's face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly tried to pass by him. "No... no need. You... you go..."

Rose's bathroom was very narrow

and Hans stood in front of the door,

blocking two-thirds of the way. Jennifer thought she could pass through the gap between Hans and the wall since she was small. Who knew that she stumbled in a panic. She tripped on her left foot, lost her balance, and fell straight forward.

She let out a cry of surprise and started to scratch wildly in the air with her eyes wide open.

"Hiss..." Hans gasped audibly into her ear.

She did not feel pain as she expected. She was picked up by a steady arm the moment she fell down. Her chest was firmly pressed on a solid arm. One of her hands was on the wall, and the other was grabbing Hans's collar.

They stayed in this position for a few seconds before there was a crisp sound of a button ripping off. The button of his white shirt popped out of his chest and disappeared. At the same time, Jennifer loosened her grip on his collar and pressed down

on his bent arm.

The squeezing pain in her chest and the sound of the button ripping made her come to her senses. She pushed away Hans's arm in a hurry and stood up firmly. Her face was red and she lowered her head. She looked very flustered.

Usually, Hans always considered these coincidences or accidents as Jennifer's attempt to throw herself at him. She had heard too many insults, so naturally, she was mentally prepared for it.

Hans withdrew his arm, swung it a couple of times, and said coldly,

"You can't even walk steadily. It's a miracle that you are still alive."

The bathroom door swooshed to a close. She stood at the door with a stunned look on her face.

Only the pain in her chest reminded her that it was not a dream.

In the bathroom, Hans clenched his fists tightly. After closing the door, he stood in front of the mirror and breathed heavily. Her warmth was still on his arm, which made him a little restless. He frowned slightly, lowered his head, and washed his face with cold water to ease the discomfort. He looked up at the mirror.

There were two scratches on the left side of his neck. He frowned even more deeply when he touched them.

Hans stayed in the bathroom for a long time, until Jennifer sat on the sofa and nodded off, holding one of Rose's plushies.

There was a noise when the bathroom door swung open. Jennifer suddenly nodded and almost fell off the sofa. She looked up at Hans who had just come out of the bathroom in shock, and her eyes were blurry.

"You... you took a shower?" She looked at Hans with wet fringe in disbelief.

Hans frowned and looked at her impatiently. "Can't I?"

"Of course you can..." The corner of Jennifer's mouth was stiff, and she hid her surprised look.☐☐☐☐