When the car drove out of Thomas's house, Hans saw a white figure sitting on the balcony on the second floor through the reflective mirror on the side. The two slender legs swayed as if they were going to fall the next second. Suddenly, his heart tightened.
"What are you doing on the balcony? Do you want to die?"
He closed the car door and roared uncontrollably.
The two legs swaying on the balcony suddenly stopped and slowly withdrew under his angry eyes.
When Hans ran to the second floor, Jennifer had already climbed down from the balcony and stood still. She stood in the bedroom with her head down as if she had done something wrong.
A breeze blew past, her white lace dress was thin and soft like a feather.
"I always stayed on the balcony and nothing happened."
She mumbled pitifully.
Hans's face was cold.
"If you do this again, I'll get someone to seal the balcony, you won't even get to see the sun."
"You won't know if I do it again, you don't come to visit me much anyway."
She even talked back arrogantly.
Facing such a conundrum, Hans helplessly let out a sigh.
"In the evening, James will send the luggage over, open the door for him. If I work overtime and come home late, you should just go out to have dinner, or you can order take-out."
Since Jennifer's luggage was already there, the one James was sending certainly wasn't hers.
So it had to be Hans's.
Her gloomy face instantly turned bright, and the speed of her mood change made Hans suspect that she was faking it before.
"Really?" She didn't wait for his response and rushed to continue. "You said it, I've heard it. You can not eat your words."
Even though it was his idea, but after what she said, he felt like he was being forced.
A strange look appeared in Hans's eyes. He didn't want to talk to her anymore, so he turned around and walked downstairs.
Before he was even downstairs, he heard someone trotting behind him.
"I want to go back to work tomorrow."
After the car accident, Jennifer was so devastated that she had not been working for two months.
Hearing her voice, Hans turned around. At the bedroom door, Jennifer's long-lost smile was brighter and more dizzying than the warm sun outside the window behind her. With her white dress, she seemed to be shining with a faint halo.
"It was too hot. Why didn't she turn on the air conditioner?"
Hans thought at that time.
That was a year and a half ago. At the beginning of April, there were still people on the street with puffy jackets because they couldn't stand the cold.
A year and a half ago, Jennifer was the definition of pure and innocent in Hans's eyes. It had never changed in the past ten years. From when she was in high school, to when she was in university, to when she was working at Joy Group, and to the accidental death of Thomas. She only changed from being Thomas's secretary to being Hans's secretary.
Even if the way she dressed was different from the first time they met ten years ago. Even if she went from a nobody to a person of importance in Joy Group under the guidance of the big shots in the business world like Thomas and Stephanie. Even without the help of the Miller's family, she became irreplaceable even if she worked in any other company.
It was undeniable that during the period when Hans was under siege, even though Jennifer could not help him with much, there was always a cup of refreshing coffee in the middle of the night after a day of tedious work. She would adjust the table light to a more comfortable distance, or adjust the temperature of the air conditioner. Even if Hans didn't admit that he had fallen in love with Jennifer before, he was not willing to give her to anyone else after the time they spent together during that time.
Even without Jennifer's accident later.
His thoughts ran wild and tangled into a mess.
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