Boss's Sweet Secretary
Chapter 7: I Should Have Put Up My Defence

Saturday arrived.

Jennifer slept in, since it was a holiday and she didn't have to go to work. When she woke up, it was almost noon.

The servant was knocking on her door. She responded in a daze, put on her clothes, and opened the door, revealing a timid face on the other side of the door.

"Miss Jennifer, Mr. Hans is at the door. He said that he wouldn't come in and asked you to get ready faster..." The girl said fearfully, she didn't even dare to look directly at Jennifer. She slowly added, "Mr. Hans said that he didn't like to wait and he only gave you five minutes... Otherwise..."

The servant paused for a moment before sneaking a glance at her. "You'll have to bear the consequences yourself."

Had to bear the consequences herself.

Jennifer had a faint idea what he meant by consequences.

However, five minutes... it was not enough for her to get ready.

Jennifer was no longer sleepy.

It had been five days since Hans tore apart that photo. She had not seen him at all this whole time.

He never returned to this villa.

Today, he was probably forced by the old Mrs. Miller to come and pick her up.

Due to the time constraint, Jennifer hurried up and randomly picked out a V-necked shirt from the wardrobe and matched it with a pair of well-fitting denim jeans. She wore her long black hair down and took her purse before she went downstairs.

The shoes at the entrance were arranged neatly. She put on a pair of casual white flats and opened the front door of the villa.

A gust of cold wind greeted her.

The weather had cooled down.

Jennifer crossed her arms over her chest and trembled. She wanted to go upstairs and put on a coat, but the black Maserati parked outside the villa was too hard to ignore. The car window rolled down, revealing the angular side profile of Hans, and he was clearly annoyed.

Jennifer gritted her teeth and decided against going upstairs. She quickly walked toward the black car.

Jennifer got in the car and closed the door. She was fastening her seat belt when she looked up and saw Hans staring at her without blinking.

"Why did she dress like this on such a cold day?" He thought to himself

"Won't you be cold?" He questioned her in a hoarse voice.

Under Hans's gaze, Jennifer had goosebumps all over her body and her back was covered with cold sweat. "It's... it's okay. What... what's wrong?" Looking at her innocent eyes, Hans stared for a while. Suddenly, a curious smile appeared on his lips.

He leaned close to her face and said in a teasing tone, "It's nice like this, you wearing so little."

There was a bit of hostility in his tone that made Jennifer shudder. She clenched her fingers into a fist.

She knew very well that he was attacking her prudence and pride as a woman deliberately.

"We, we should go... grandma should be waiting for us." Jennifer stammered and changed the subject, afraid to meet his gaze.

Hans looked at her coldly and then glanced at her flushed cheeks. Little by little, he was breaking down her defences. She held her breath nervously, not wanting to make a sound. However, he seemed to be enjoying this feeling.

It was as if he would only feel better if he tormented her.

"Jennifer, do you know that you deserved all of these.

Perhaps, I should have been wary of you from the moment you entered the Miller's family.

At least, I should have been on guard." Hans pondered.