Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 47: Tender Dream Of the Past

After she came out of the shower, she was sitting on her bed with her hair still wet. She saw her phone

flashing so she picked it up and looked at it. There were three missed calls were from an unknown

number.

She frowned, deleted the unknown number, closed her phone and lay back on the bed.

After sleeping for a while, the phone rang again. She touched the phone and glanced at the screen. It

was the same unknown number. She answered it and spoke in a weak voice.

"Hello?"

"Jennifer?"

The familiar voice on the phone was a tenderness she could never forget. It was her tender dream of

the past from her youth.

"It's you?"

Her voice was a little dry. After coughing, her voice returned to normal. "How did you get my number?"

"My agent helped me get it. Jennifer, how have you been recently?"

Jennifer was stunned for a moment and said lightly.

"I'm fine. You've seen me the other day, I'm doing well."

The person on the other end of the line hesitated for a moment. "I want to apologize to you face to face

for the attack, after all, my fans attacked you because of me..."

"It's okay, it's not a big deal. Since it's over, we don't have to meet again. You're busy." Jennifer

interrupted him.

Hearing this, the voice on the phone hurriedly said, "I'm not busy, I can find the time for you."

"I'm quite busy too." She said in a deep voice, she sounded distant.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time. Jennifer felt a little guilty, so she

said perfunctorily, "We'll talk about it later when we have the chance. After all, you are a superstar, and

it's inconvenient for you to go out in public."

Jackson's said sheepishly, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, he sat alone on the window nook of the apartment for a long time. Beside

him was a can of beer. Since he needed to protect his throat, he didn't drink alcohol or smoke

cigarettes. However, he suddenly had an urge to drink today, so he asked his assistant to buy a can of

beer behind his agent's back. The bitterness of beer overwhelmed his tastebuds, but it was nothing

compared to the bitterness in his heart.

Everything he had now, independence, freedom, wealth, and status all came from a girl who was far

away on the other side of the ocean. He had overcome all the ups and downs in the past ten years.

Now he had success, recognition, and thousands of fans, but he could no longer find his first fan ever

in his life that had disappeared in the crowd.

"Desmond, you sing so well. You will perform at the Christmas gala at school, right? I will give you

flowers."

"Desmond, what do you think about me going to dance class? If you sing in the future, I can dance with

you."

"Desmond, the mid-term exam was too difficult. Your songs were all I could think about during the

exam, it's your fault."

"Desmond... Say it again. You just said you like me..."

"Ah... Desmond said he likes me..."

"Desmond, tell your mom you don't want to go abroad. I can transfer to another school. I already told

my mom, we will register for the new school tomorrow." This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Desmond, I'm not going to send you off. Take care of yourself and have a safe journey."

He and Jennifer went from acquaintances to friends, to lovers, to acquaintances again. It took him a

year to go from Desmond Whitney to Jackson Davis, but even after 10 years, he still couldn't be her

Desmond again. Ever since he became Jackson, she no longer need him anymore, whether he was

Desmond or Jackson.

Ten years ago, the high school romance, the forced break up, and the separation from each other

across the ocean. It all seemed like necessary plots in a movie. There was the shadow of Jennifer in

every song he wrote all these years. He thought he would keep this love in his heart, so when he came

back, he could meet Jennifer and the story would have a perfect ending.

He never expected that when he boarded the plane and left the city, it already became an end in

Jennifer's life.

Back then, those who knew him all said that he was heartless and that he could just leave everything

behind. He raised his glass and looked at the setting sun. The corner of his mouth curved into a self-

deprecating smirk. It would be great if he could really be heartless.

Those who did wrong would always find it harder to let go.

After receiving Jackson's call, Jennifer couldn't fall back asleep. She felt weak but she couldn't keep

her eyes closed. It seemed that as soon as she closed her eyes, she would remember what happened

ten years ago.

The president's office of Joy Group.

Dressed in a black dress, Monica publicly walked out of the elevator. Her 12-centimetre high heels

gave off an air of arrogance. Most of the employees smiled at her as if she was the boss's wife

checking on the employees.

She was one of the top celebrities in Joy Group and the most favoured woman in front of Hans.

Everyone in the company had to show her some respect, except Rose.

"Miss Monica..."

The secretary's voice made Monica stop for a moment as she reached out to pull the president's office

door. She turned around, frowned and looked in the direction of the voice.

"Secretary Rose? What's the matter?"

Rose was facing the door of the president's office, with a black pen in her hand. She glanced at Monica

with contempt. "Miss Monica, are you here for Mr. Hans?"

"Yeah, do you have something to say about that?"

Monica was great at reading people. Looking at Rose's attitude, she knew Rose was not an easy

target.

It was a common occurrence for her to look for Hans. As long as Rose was present, she would always

make things difficult for her. She would either cite some company rules or she would remind Monica to

behave herself as a public figure. She was really sharp-tongued.

She complained to Hans several times, but Hans ignored her. If it weren't for her thin figures, she would

really suspect that Rose always picked fights with her because there was something going on between

her and Hans.

"I don't have anything to say, but I have reminded Miss Monica many times. Before you enter the

president's office, you need to report to the secretaries first. We have to inform the president before you

can enter. That's the rule."

"That's the rule for you. Who am I and who are you?"

Monica was not afraid of her.

"Who are you?" Rose blinked her big eyes and sneered.

"We're all employees of the Joy Group. Except that you worked in front of a screen and we worked

backstage, I really can't see the difference between you and the rest of us."

"You..." Monica was speechless for a moment.

The whole company thought that she would be the future Mrs. Hans. However, there was no concrete

proof for this kind of thing after all, so she never said it out loud. She had never met anyone who

couldn't take a hint except for Rose.

"If anyone can enter the president's office freely, what if some confidential document got lost? Whose

fault was it? I can't take such a big responsibility. Besides, even if the old Mrs. Miller came to visit Mr.

Hans, she would have to follow the rules too. Do you think you are more important than old Mrs.

Miller?"

After Rose's sarcastic words, Monica was so angry that she stood in one place, speechless. She

pointed at Rose and shouted,

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"