Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 18: Take Off Your Clothes

The white bathrobe was loosely worn on his lean body. The neckline was slightly opened, revealing his Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

tanned skin and his obvious Adam's apple. Perhaps because he was truly angry, the skin on his neck

turned red.

Jennifer stood still and did not move.

She did not understand why he would humiliate her like this.

As he got closer, her eyes were sore and painful.

"I need a reason..." She thought to herself. Her eyes were sorrowful and her voice was trembling. Her

fingers tightened in an attempt to resolve this awkward situation.

Hans stood in front of her, leaned over and looked at her reluctance to admit defeat. He slowly

caressed her face with his cold fingers and then bit by bit slid his hand to the button of her collar. His

deep voice vibrated through her bones.

"Jennifer, do I need a reason to f*ck you?"

He exerted a little force in his hand, and "pop", several buttons popped open and fell to the ground.

Jennifer's face was completely pale and there was no expression on it.

She could feel the cold breeze on her limbs. Her naked body was full of goosebumps under his

watchful eyes.

Hans looked at her like he was looking at a commodity.

"Tsk... you're still as sensitive as ever." He laughed all of a sudden. His long and slender fingers glided

through her hair and grabbed the back of her head. He lifted her up, forcing her closer to him.

When he spoke again, his gentle tone was frighteningly cold. "Tell me, are you this sensitive when

you're with your old lover?"

From above, he was looking down at her helplessness.

Jennifer's nails dug into her flesh, she winced. She wanted to say something, but no words came out,

as if her throat was blocked by something.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief and shock. "How... how did you know that?"

"How could..."

Did Hans see Jackson sending her back exactly as she feared?

Jennifer's heart grew cold. "This is a misunderstanding, he and I..."

"I'm not here for your excuses!" Hans's eyes suddenly turned cold. He grabbed her by the shoulders

fiercely, lifted her up, and threw her to the sofa.

It was so forceful that his fingers bled.