Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 52: The Best Way to Miss Someone Is to Ignore Them

Jennifer stared at the photo of the western restaurant for a few seconds before someone knocked on

the door of the secretary's office. She looked away at the door as if nothing had happened. "Please

come in."

The planning department sent the annual artist training plan, and they left in a hurry. Jennifer had no

time to dwell in her memories.

Rose was still lost in the excitement of having dinner with her idol, and she droned on for a long time.

"Jackson also said that he hasn't seen his old friend for a long time. If he had a chance to meet her, he

would like to have dinner at this restaurant again. Oh my god, she must have done a lot of good in her

past life to be Jackson's old friend now!"

The corners of Jennifer's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Why couldn't Jackson be the one who did a lot of good in his past life to have an old friend like her?

"Stupid fan." Jennifer thought.

"But Jackson said that his old friend is not willing to meet him now. I really don't know what's wrong

with his friend."

Jennifer was drinking water and coughed. "Everyone has their own thoughts. Something is better to

stay as memories."

Sometimes the best way to miss someone was to ignore their enthusiasm. Since she didn't like

Jackson anymore, there was no need to make things any more complicated.

However, Rose did not care for this old friend.

"I have Jackson's phone number. He told me it would be convenient for us to contact each other in the

future..."

Jennifer couldn't listen anymore. She handed Rose some tissues.

"Wipe your saliva. You're not familiar with him. It's better to keep some distance. You don't know what

he's really like."

"Hey, hey, hey, you can attack me, but you absolutely can't attack my idol. Be careful or we can't be

friends anymore.!"

Jennifer shrugged and said, "Okay, I won't say anymore. You continue dreaming... Don't disturb my

work."

"Humph..." Rose sneered at Jennifer's willingness to work herself to death for Hans.

"I think there is no other man in your eyes except for crazy Hans. I really don't know what's so good

about that jerk. Is he really worth fighting so hard for? Jackson is better."

Jennifer's face froze thinking of what Hans said in the morning, she felt disappointed.

Even if she risked her life for Hans, it wouldn't be long before he got tired of her and felt no pity for her.

In the following few days, in the afternoon when Hans left his office after finishing his business, the

secretary's office was already empty. Jennifer always left the company hurriedly when she got off work

as if she was hiding from something. By the time he came home from socializing with customers, the

guest room on the first floor had already turned off the lights and the door was closed.

She even went to work very early in the morning. When he changed his clothes and went downstairs

for breakfast, the servant said that she had left early in order to catch the bus.

So in this period of time, except in the office, Hans had hardly seen her. His insomnia became worse

and he had lost his appetite. He felt an emptiness in his heart and it felt worse than when they tortured

each other before.

"Mr. Hans, tonight's dinner with the TV station..."

James took Hans's schedule to remind him about his plans tonight.

Hans looked at the empty secretary's office and said expressionlessly,

"Cancelled it for me and tell them I'm not feeling well."

After saying that, he went back to the office, took his suit jacket and car key, and went straight to the

elevator to the underground parking lot.

He arrived home at 6:30 and Jennifer had not come back yet, which Hans had expected. The train

would be crowded at peak hours. She would be extremely lucky if she could even squeeze in.

Nancy was surprised that Hans came back so early, and she panicked because dinner was not ready

yet. "Mr. Hans, you are back so early... are you having dinner at home?"

"Um."

"Then I'll quickly cook up some dishes so you can eat first..."

"No hurry, wait for another half an hour." Hans sat at the table and looked at the time.

Nancy was confused, why half an hour later?

Half an hour later, the villa door swung open, Jennifer came in with her handbag and changed out of

her high heels at the entryway. She looked tired.

"Nancy, I want to have soup, today..."

As soon as she stepped into the living room with her slippers, she saw Hans sitting at the dinner table

leisurely holding a bowl.

She thought she was hallucinating, so she was stunned for a few seconds and stammered, unable to

utter a complete sentence. "Hans... you... why are you..."

Nancy stood by the dining table and heard that Jennifer wanted to have soup. She quickly walked to

the kitchen. "There's mushroom soup in the fridge from the morning. I'll heat it up for you..."

With Hans here, Jennifer felt a little scared and dared not to be picky. When Nancy passed by her, she

grabbed her. "No... no need, I can eat what you have prepared."

She had been deliberately avoiding Hans recently because she was afraid that he would suddenly get

annoyed by her and talk about sending her back to the family house again. She was careful when

eating for fear of annoying him.

She looked at Hans's face and ate her food bit by bit, like a frightened rabbit.

Hans glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "You don't like the food?"

"No... I like it... It's good..."

"So it's fun to play with your food?"

There was no expression on Hans's face. No one could tell what his mood or attitude was.

Jennifer's heart sank and she hurriedly took a big mouthful of pasta. Her cheeks were bulging and even

chewing became a problem. She swallowed it with difficulty and her face reddened.

Hans frowned, lowered his head and took a bite. He said in a low voice, "The pasta today is not al

dente."

Nancy, who was standing at the side, was scared out of her wits. "Is that so? Maybe I didn't boil the

pasta enough, I can make it again..."

"There's no need. Is there any soup?"

"I... I can make it now..."

"Is there any left from the morning?"

Nancy was taken aback. "There is, yes, would you like some?"

"Yup."

Nancy's eyes widened as if she couldn't believe what she had heard. She ran away as if she had been

pardoned. Seeing her panic, Hans touched his nose and asked, "Do I look scary?"

There was no one else there so obviously he was asking Jennifer.

She was busy drinking soup. Her throat was not feeling well to begin with, after swallowing a mouthful

of pasta, she felt a burning pain in her throat. She was slightly stunned by these words.

After a while, she answered honestly, "Between the medium-rare steak, homemade soy milk, and fresh

squeeze pulpless orange juice that you are used to, and you just told Nancy you want the leftovers...

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Not only Nancy was frightened, even Jennifer herself also felt incredulous.

Hans had a near-obsession with high-quality food and clothing. This was also the reason why they

hadn't recruited new servants since he fired all the servants last time.

"What else?" he asked.

Jennifer's hand suddenly froze. "What's wrong with him today?" She thought.

"Tell me more about it. What other reasons made the servants think I'm so scary?"

Jennifer swallowed her saliva and withdrew her hand from the food.