Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 63: The Most Disgusting Experience Ever

Faced with his angry roar, Jennifer boldly asked,

"Ehm, can you help me get Rose home first, and then scold me?"

Hans was at a loss for words. He stared at Jennifer and took a deep breath. "Have I been too nice to

you recently? Now you have learnt to overstep your bound?"

"I... I'll do it myself then..."

Jennifer swallowed hard and shrugged. She accepted her fate and reached out to pull Rose, who was

lying in the middle of the road.

"Are you done?" A cold male voice echoed in the shabby community.

"Yeah, come on..." Jennifer squatted on the ground.

Holding Rose's collar, Hans threw her on Jennifer's back in disgust. Although she was mentally

prepared, Jennifer still stumbled and Rose almost fell down. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Hans grabbed Rose's collar and steadied her. He said impatiently, "Can you do it?"

Jennifer grabbed Rose's arms with both her hands and felt miserable. "I have to even if I can't."

It was impossible for him to carry Rose, who was all dirty, upstairs since he had an obsession with

cleanliness. It was already very kind of him to help Jennifer lift Rose on her back.

Fortunately, Rose lived on the third floor. Unfortunately, there was no elevator. Jennifer was struggling

to breathe climbing up the stairs.

After throwing Rose on the sofa, Jennifer held onto the corner of the table, took an empty cup on the

table, poured a glass of water, and drank it in one go.

She turned around and saw that Hans was still standing at the door.

She was slightly stunned. "Aren't you going back yet?"

Hans frowned. "Why? Aren't you going back?"

"Rose is so dirty, I have to clean her up first. It might take a while. If you are busy, don't worry about me

and go back first. I will squeeze with her tonight."

Rose lived in a studio apartment, so it really would be a squeeze.

There was only a sofa and a single bed. Since Rose was drunk, she would take the bed, so Jennifer

could only sleep on the sofa.

Hans frowned and looked around the whole apartment. He pulled out a chair and said, "I'm not in a

hurry. You can continue."

His answer shocked Jennifer. She was at a loss. "You wanted to wait for me here?"

"I don't think you can rest well in this environment. I don't want to see a secretary who is sleepy at work

tomorrow," he said righteously. "It'll be a waste of company time."

Jennifer's face froze slightly. She didn't know what to say.

"You're the boss. You're always right." She thought.

However, it was this harsh environment that had become a paradise for her during the half a year of his

torture. Occasionally, Hans allowed her to spend the night with Rose, which was the only relief for her

during this painful time.

"I'm going to run a bath for her. Please help me take care of Rose... Well... forget it. She probably won't

wake up..."

Jennifer stood up and whispered to herself.

Even she was shocked by what she said. Hans had only been nice to her for a few days and she dared

to say something like that. Maybe Hans was right, she overstepped her bounds.

She ran into the bathroom and turned on the tap. The loud water splashing isolated the sound from

outside.

On the sofa, Rose was deep in her sleep. Suddenly, she felt sick in her stomach. She turned over and

fell to the floor.

Hans jumped up from the chair, frowned, and approached Rose. He stretched out his foot and kicked

her ankle lightly. "Hey... Are you okay?"

"Tom Cruise..." Rose suddenly sat up and hugged Hans's leg, refusing to let go. "Tom Cruise, you

came to my dream again..."

The moment Rose hugged his leg, Hans genuinely felt so disgusted that he wanted to cut his leg off.

Rose must be crazy when she was drunk.

"Jennifer... Jennifer... Come out..."

In the living room, the man's hoarse voice was accompanied by a trembling roar.

Jennifer was oblivious to what was happening on the outside. She was thinking about life listening to

the sound of running water.

At this time, Rose was about to get up with Hans's leg in her arms.

Hans's eyes showed a rare trace of fear. "Rose, you don't want your job anymore? Let go of me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his legs become lighter, and Rose collapsed on his feet.

His beating heart slowly settled down.

"Bleargh..."

The pungent vomit flooded out and his foot was burning hot.

When Jennifer came out of the bathroom, she saw Hans standing in the living room like a pillar, looking

livid. As for Rose, she somehow climbed down from the sofa and lay on Hans's feet as if she was going

to kiss his feet. The whole situation was very strange.

Before she could question why Rose was in such a weird position, the smell of vomit attracted her

attention to his feet, which were gross.

One of his feet was covered by Japanese food and beer, which was emitting a strong stench at the

moment.

The culprit was lying on his other foot, with disheveled hair. She looked like a ghost from those horror

movies.

Jennifer covered her mouth and nose, and her face was stiff. "I think Rose... didn't mean it."

Hans looked livid. If looks could kill, Hans would have killed Jennifer many times over. He gritted his

teeth and said, "Shouldn't you deal with this disgusting vomit first?"

Jennifer suddenly came back to her senses and raised her hands.

"Well... don't move... don't move... I'll think about what I should do."

"Take her away first..."

Hans looked like he was falling apart.

He could confidently say that he had never experienced anything more disgusting than this in his life.

Jennifer dragged the unconscious Rose who was lying on the ground to the bathroom hurriedly. She

took off all her clothes and put her into the bathtub to soak. Then she took a bucket, filled it with water,

took a towel from the bathroom shelf, and rushed to the living room.

"Uhmm, maybe you should take off your pants?" She squatted in front of Hans with her hands pinching

her nose. Looking at the mess on the floor, she had no idea where to start.

"You want me to take off my pants here?" Hans couldn't believe what he had heard.

"There's no other way. I can't... I can't wash your pants while you are standing here, can I?" Jennifer

said with a bitter face, "Come on, I'll find you a towel to wrap you up."

Hans raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. At this moment, he regretted coming here in the middle

of the night. He should have let Jennifer learn her lesson with John and his bad intentions.

Ten minutes later, Hans was sitting on the sofa with a blanket covering his legs, the blanket that he was

disgusted by just ten minutes ago.

Underneath the blanket was his underwear.

Jennifer squatted in front of the pile of vomit. She turned back and asked Hans, "Are you still going to

wear this pair of pants?"

"No."

"Okay."

Jennifer nodded and without asking, she wiped up the vomit with Hans's expensive pants and threw it

into the trash can.

Hans's face stiffened and his voice was full of disbelief. "What am I going to wear then?"