Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 36: Touch up Your Makeup

When Jennifer returned to the secretary's office, her eyes were red and swollen, it was obvious that

she had been crying.

Looking at the documents still in her hand, Rose felt that Jennifer probably wasn't very bright. She took

out a compact powder from her bag and handed it to Jennifer. She asked with concern, "Are you okay?

Go touch up your makeup."

Jennifer took the compact powder, clenched her teeth, and began to apply the powder under her red All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

and swollen eyes. "I'm fine."

"Oh, really? What about the report you wanted to send to the finance department?"

She was stunned and hurriedly closed the compact powder. "I'll go now."

She said that she was going to deliver the report, but halfway through she couldn't help but run into the

bathroom to cry. She was afraid that someone might hear her so she had to bite her lips. She had

completely forgotten about the report by the time she came out.

"Forget it, I'll go. Mr. Hans wants to see you."

Rose looked at the president's office with concern. "He just made an internal call. Since you're not

here, I picked it up for you. You... Was it because you did not go back last night? I'll explain it to him for

you."

"It's not about that. It's nothing." Jennifer did not want Rose to get involved, so she quickly refused,

"Send the report for me, thank you."

"Don't mention it."

She took the document and turned to leave, but when she reached the door, she looked back at

Jennifer uneasily.

"If anything happens, call for me at any time. I'm not afraid of anything."

When she saw Monica coming out with a proud look just now, she knew that something was wrong.

Jennifer must have seen something just now when she was in there, that was why she was so upset.

"Okay, go ahead. I'm fine."

After Rose left, Jennifer took a deep breath, clenched her fingers and walked into the president's office.

She was wearing Rose's work clothes, and Rose was smaller than her. She managed to pick a few

larger pieces of clothing to wear, which was still too tight for her. The pink hip-wrapping skirt and the

white shirt that was too tight on her chest. Fortunately, it was covered by the blazer that was matching

the skirt, so it was not too obvious.

Walking into the office, she felt a chill.

"Jennifer, you have a good relationship with your old lover, huh? Look at him protecting you over such

a trivial matter. How can you pretend to be so depressed just now? You are really good at acting."

Jennifer had no idea what he was talking about. She only felt that he was just looking for trouble.

Thinking of the scene just now, she was furious. Although Monica was not there, the smell of her

perfume remained. She asked in a trembling voice, "You and Monica slept together, didn't you?"

Seeing that she did not answer his question, but asked him a question back in an aggressive manner

instead, Hans's face suddenly sank. "Do you think you have the right to decide who I sleep with? Who

do you think you are? Mrs. Miller or Miss Miller?"

His words made Jennifer speechless.

"Remember, you are Jennifer Hunter. Since my father and your mother have passed away, you are

neither Miss Miller nor a Mrs. Miller. You were the one who willingly climbed into my bed. I got tired of

you after a while, it's okay to try someone new for a change, don't you think?"

She didn't know when did her palm filled with fingernail marks. Jennifer bit her lips and still couldn't

control her trembling. Her legs went numb and she couldn't move. She wanted to escape from this

place and didn't want to listen to Hans's words anymore.

"Then change it, and never change it back again."

By the time she finished speaking, she had already burst into tears.

Her sacrifice over the past half a year seemed to have become a huge joke. She had hoped that he

would change his mind and go back to being gentle to her just like in the past. However, all she got in

return was his indifference.

At first, she thought he was just saying. After all, she had lived with him for so many years, and she

knew that he always sounded harsh but was actually soft-hearted. However, he became so cold now

and she dared not get close to him.

A trace of anger flashed past Hans's face. "What did you say? Say it again."

"I regretted it, Hans. Even if I provoked you first and you wanted to punish me, I could accept it. I just

thought that you cared about me, even just a little. But now I understand, I'm just too stupid."

Jennifer clenched her fingers, letting her nails sink into the flesh and leaving blood-red marks, but it still

couldn't relieve the pain in her heart when she said these words.

"So it's over. You're tired of me and I don't want to bother you anymore."

For so many years, she was the one pestering him. She had been repenting for her sins, apologizing

for taking advantage when he was drunk, and for telling old Mrs. Miller that she wanted to marry him

without him knowing.

Who knew that in the end, they would hate each other and torture each other.

"Hah." Hans laughed coldly. "How could you think that I care about you? I really don't know who gave

you that impression."

"Yes, it's gone now. I can see clearly now."

Jennifer raised her head, and her tearful eyes had dried up. She looked at Hans without any emotion.

"I'm going to stop pestering you."

She turned around and walked to the door without asking Hans permission. Her voice was muffled and

gradually drifted away. "Mr. Hans, I'm not feeling well today. I need to take half a day off."

Looking at her back, Hans was at a loss and he suddenly jumped up from his chair without thinking.

"Who says you can go?" After an angry roar, Jennifer's hand, which was about to open the door, was

violently grabbed and pulled up in the air. She spun half a circle and turned to face Hans.

Hans stared down at her from above, his eyes were cold. "Where are you going? Are you going to see

your old lover?"

"Mr. Hans, since my relationship with you is over, I have the freedom to see whoever I want to."

It was the first time that Jennifer spoke to Hans with such confidence. Her voice was weak, which did

not sound intimidating, but it made Hans furious.

He pulled Jennifer to the desk and threw her on the edge of the desk, ignoring her face grimacing in

pain. Then he grabbed her hands that were moving wildly and slammed them on the desk behind her.

"You haven't seen enough of your old lover last night? You miss him already after just one morning

apart?"

Such humiliation had made Jennifer feel numb. His suspicious and fickle nature had shattered her into

pieces, like a lifeless doll that can be abandoned anywhere.

"Let go of me." She exclaimed in pain. Her two arms behind her felt like they were being twisted off.

Her butt hit the edge of the desk and the pain made her almost speechless.

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by a kiss without any emotion. It enveloped

her lips as if it was venting, wrapped around her and pierced through her.

"Oh..." Her eyes sparkled.

Hans snorted, and for a moment, she broke free.

"Smack"

The sound reverberated through the entire office.