Boss's Sweet Secretary novel Chapter 63

Faced with his angry roar, Jennifer boldly asked,

"Ehm, can you help me get Rose home first, and then scold me?"

Hans was at a loss for words. He stared at Jennifer and took a deep breath. "Have I been too nice to you recently? Now you have learnt to overstep your bound?"

"I... I'll do it myself then..."

Jennifer swallowed hard and shrugged. She accepted her fate and reached out to pull Rose, who was lying in the middle of the road.

"Are you done?" A cold male voice echoed in the shabby community.

"Yeah, come on..." Jennifer squatted on the ground.

Holding Rose's collar, Hans threw her on Jennifer's back in disgust. Although she was mentally prepared, Jennifer still stumbled and Rose almost fell down.

Hans grabbed Rose's collar and steadied her. He said impatiently, "Can you do it?"

Jennifer grabbed Rose's arms with both her hands and felt miserable. "I have to even if I can't."

It was impossible for him to carry Rose, who was all dirty, upstairs since he had an obsession with cleanliness. It was already very kind of him to help Jennifer lift Rose on her back.

Fortunately, Rose lived on the third floor. Unfortunately, there was no elevator. Jennifer was struggling to breathe climbing up the stairs.

After throwing Rose on the sofa, Jennifer held onto the corner of the table, took an empty cup on the table, poured a glass of water, and drank it in one go.

She turned around and saw that Hans was still standing at the door.

She was slightly stunned. "Aren't you going back yet?"

Hans frowned. "Why? Aren't you going back?"

"Rose is so dirty, I have to clean her up first. It might take a while. If you are busy, don't worry about me and go back first. I will squeeze with her tonight."

Rose lived in a studio apartment, so it really would be a squeeze.

There was only a sofa and a single bed. Since Rose was drunk, she would take the bed, so Jennifer could only sleep on the sofa.

Hans frowned and looked around the whole apartment. He pulled out a chair and said, "I'm not in a hurry. You can continue."

His answer shocked Jennifer. She was at a loss. "You wanted to wait for me here?"

"I don't think you can rest well in this environment. I don't want to see a secretary who is sleepy at work tomorrow," he said righteously. "It'll be a waste of company time."

Jennifer's face froze slightly. She didn't know what to say.

"You're the boss. You're always right." She thought.

However, it was this harsh environment that had become a paradise for her during the half a year of his torture. Occasionally, Hans allowed her to spend the night with Rose, which was the only relief for her during this painful time.

"I'm going to run a bath for her. Please help me take care of Rose... Well... forget it. She probably won't wake up..."

Jennifer stood up and whispered to herself.

Even she was shocked by what she said. Hans had only been nice to her for a few days and she dared to say something like that. Maybe Hans was right, she overstepped her bounds.

She ran into the bathroom and turned on the tap. The loud water splashing isolated the sound from outside.

On the sofa, Rose was deep in her sleep. Suddenly, she felt sick in her stomach. She turned over and fell to the floor.

Hans jumped up from the chair, frowned, and approached Rose. He stretched out his foot and kicked her ankle lightly. "Hey... Are you okay?"

"Tom Cruise..." Rose suddenly sat up and hugged Hans's leg, refusing to let go. "Tom Cruise, you came to my dream again..."

"Well... don't move... don't move... I'll think about what I should do."

"Take her away first..."

Hans looked like he was falling apart.

He could confidently say that he had never experienced anything more disgusting than this in his life.

Jennifer dragged the unconscious Rose who was lying on the ground to the bathroom hurriedly. She took off all her clothes and put her into the bathtub to soak. Then she took a bucket, filled it with water, took a towel from the bathroom shelf, and rushed to the living room.

"Uhmm, maybe you should take off your pants?" She squatted in front of Hans with her hands pinching her nose. Looking at the mess on the floor, she had no idea where to start.

"You want me to take off my pants here?" Hans couldn't believe what he had heard.

"There's no other way. I can't... I can't wash your pants while you are standing here, can I?" Jennifer said with a bitter face, "Come on, I'll find you a towel to wrap you up."

Hans raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. At this moment, he regretted coming here in the middle of the night. He should have let Jennifer learn her lesson with John and his bad intentions.

Ten minutes later, Hans was sitting on the sofa with a blanket covering his legs, the blanket that he was disgusted by just ten minutes ago.

Underneath the blanket was his underwear.

Jennifer squatted in front of the pile of vomit. She turned back and asked Hans, "Are you still going to wear this pair of pants?"

"No."

"Okay."

Jennifer nodded and without asking, she wiped up the vomit with Hans's expensive pants and threw it into the trash can.

Hans's face stiffened and his voice was full of disbelief. "What am I going to wear then?"