Boss's Sweet Secretary

The car steadily stopped in front of the villa, and the dim street lights cast a lonely shadow on the car.

In the dead of night, the whole neighbourhood was silent except for the gust of cold wind blowing past them.

Jennifer got out of the car, followed by another figure opening the door and leaving the driver's seat.

"Jennifer." Jackson quickly caught up with Jennifer. Before she got up the stairs, he grabbed her wrist. "I have something to say to you..."

"What?" He pulled her into his arms unexpectedly as she turned around, and she slammed into his warm embrace.

Not used to such physical touch, Jennifer hurried to push him away, but Jackson stood still, his towering figure completely shrouding her.

"I came back for you—"

In the bedroom on the second floor of the luxurious villa, the lights were still on. A tall dark figure stood by the curtain and witnessed everything that was happening.

The wine glass gradually cracked in the man's clenched fingers.

"Heh... Jennifer." There was a hint of playfulness in Hans's low and hoarse voice, and a wicked look flashed in his gloomy eyes. "Very well then."

It seemed that he went too easy on her.

...

In the villa, Jennifer was surrounded by darkness.

"Jennifer, I came back for you—"

were still

My mother even threatened me with suicide..." He paused, his magnetic

even after all these years, I had never

I can protect you, I

so

passed. They

since her heart belonged to another

that person had

her

if he was already home. She quietly took off her high heels and walked past the entryway barefooted, not wanting to disturb anyone

switch on the wall with her slender fingers, and then with a click, the whole living room

and gloomy

voice caught her by surprise. His tone was ferocious too, which

She turned around.

sofa was Hans in a white bathrobe, casually crossing his legs. He was smoking a cigar between his fingers. He looked

few maids that looked familiar to Jennifer standing next to the sofa with their

right now, but people were staring at her

whatever happened next would

angry at her because she came back later than the time set

cold floor, feeling cold and numb. She tried to explain to Hans, "Something happened during

"Delay, huh..."

remark interrupted her sentence. Hans crushed the cigarette butt in his hand into the crystal ashtray. He raised his delicate but angry face, his expression

excuse to deceive