Boss's Sweet Secretary novel Chapter 65

Hans sat under the air conditioner with his wet hair, as if waiting for it to dry naturally.

Jennifer suddenly felt bad for him. "There should be a brand new clean towel here somewhere. I'll find it for you. You are going to catch a cold like this."

According to Hans's temper, he probably didn't use Rose's soap or towel when he showered.

After combing through the bathroom, she finally found a pink towel with the label still on and a hairdryer. Holding these two things, Jennifer suddenly felt a little warmth as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Uhmm, it's better for you to blow dry your hair. Come here, the socket is here."

She stood next to Rose's makeup cabinet, plugged in the hairdryer, tried the temperature on her palm, and shouted for Hans in a low voice. Her expression was a little unnatural.

She had never had the chance to be so intimate with Hans and she wasn't sure if he would agree. For a moment, she felt a little uneasy and expectant.

Hans sat in front of the sofa in silence for a few seconds before he finally moved the chair over.

His black hair felt wet on her fingers. From her angle, she could see Hans's hair whorl, his nose bridge, and his soaked shirt. After a button was ripped off, she could see his tanned chest was stained with fine water droplets, rising and falling with his breath.

She blushed and quickly avoided her gaze.

When she was doing his left side hair, she suddenly found two scratches on his neck. It looked fresh and there was a trace of blood. She froze and suddenly remembered she scratched on some skin at the bathroom door, as well as his gasp.

"Are you going to burn me to death?" Hans suddenly spoke and she was so startled she almost dropped the hairdryer.

In the few seconds that she was in a daze, she was blowing on the same spot. His hair felt hot to the touch.

"Sorry, sorry..." She apologized in a hurry.

"I didn't do it on purpose..."

Hans remained expressionless. He looked indifferent and said coldly, "Are you trying to kill me with a hairdryer on purpose? Surely you are not this dumb."

She pursed her lips and was speechless for a moment.

She just looked at the scratches on his neck in a daze and felt a little guilty.

"Are you done blowing..." He raised his hand and touched his hair. He probably felt that it was dry enough so he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt.

Jennifer's face dropped. She instinctively glanced at Rose, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She looked flustered. "What... what are you doing?"

Hans frowned, took off his wet shirt, and put it on the back of the chair. His tone was stiff.

"What are you thinking? Dry it."

Her face stiffened and she watched him turn around indifferently. He wrapped himself in a blanket and returned to the sofa. He closed his eyes to rest, as if he didn't want to talk to her at all.

The sound of the hairdryer filled the entire apartment. Jennifer didn't know if he had fallen asleep. She secretly looked at him, but she didn't see him open his eyes.