Boss's Sweet Secretary
Chapter 15: Jennifer, Are You Blaming Me?

"You" Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise. She had not expected that person would be

"You can't leave your wound like this, you need to bandage it." Jackson appeared much calmer than her.

He was wearing a light blue shirt with his sleeves up. Before she could react, he had already picked her up gracefully.

"Wow!" The fans present were shocked.

The media seized the moment and took pictures immediately. Jackson had been in this industry for so long with no gossip before this. Now was a perfect opportunity!

Jennifer was not used to being exposed to so many cameras. She was almost blinded by all the flashing lights.

The warmth emanating from his palm on her waist made her blush even more. She wanted to hide her face.

"I'm fine, you should let me down." She had nowhere to put her arms, so she wrapped them around his neck.

"Sorry, I can't let you go yet." He hugged her without any intention of letting her go. He just strode forward along the opened path and walked back.

"What the hell is going on?" His fans asked in unison.

"This woman is so lucky, she managed to get Jackson's attention just by falling down. F*ck, they even touched!"

"If only I were the one who fell down!"

People started gossiping and the media also swarmed forward. Rose stood still on her spot, stunned and dumbfounded.

She looked down at her exposed arms, speechless.

Weren't Jennifer the luckiest girl in the world?

She had been dreaming of getting an autograph from Jackson for years, and now Jennifer got a hug from him without even trying.

...

The situation was getting out of control. Jackson's agent, Mike, exasperatedly cursed, "Sh*t!"

He quickened his pace and caught up with Jackson. "Do you know what you're doing?"

This was a national tour, many media were reporting on this concert. It was a live broadcast too! Jackson was clearly asking for trouble. "Mike, get the medical team over." Jackson was staring right ahead as if he didn't hear anything Mike said.

Mike couldn't keep up with Jackson's long strides. He was left behind, dumbfounded. "What? You want to call the medical team too?"

He couldn't help but wonder. He had worked with Jackson for so many years, but he had never seen him care about any woman like this before.

Who exactly was this woman in his arms?

After walking all the way to his lounge backstage, Jackson finally put Jennifer down on the sofa. Soon, two doctors in white coats rushed over and carefully disinfected and bandaged the wounds on Jennifer's

arm.

Jackson stood by the side with worries written all over his face.

"I told you I'm fine. It's really not that serious," Jennifer said softly. She pulled down her sleeves after the doctors had bandaged her up.

The two doctors read the room and didn't ask any questions about the two of them. They briefed Jackson about the situation and left quietly after Jackson nodded.

Jennifer wanted to get up from the sofa, but she was stopped by a long arm which pushed her back down.

"Jennifer, it's been so many years. Are you still blaming me?"

"Wh-what?" Jennifer looked at him puzzledly as if she didn't understand.

"Are you blaming me for leaving without saying goodbye back then? Do you... still hate me?" His soulful eyes could make people fall in love with just one look. Jennifer averted her gaze and said sheepishly, "It's been many years..."

If he had not appeared in front of her today, perhaps the past would have been gone with the wind, completely disappeared in her world.

She would have forgotten the excruciating pain she endured.