Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 25: Eating Is a Choking Hazard for Her

"We need to be environmental friendly even in our daily routine." Jennifer blurted out such lies. She thought about it and was worried that he would not believe her, so she quickly added, "Now is peak hour, public transports are much faster than driving, really."

"Let me send you, I have something to tell you..."

Jackson looked as if he hadn't slept all night. Looking closely, he had huge eye bags.

Jennifer felt sorry for him, but when she thought of Hans, she shivered involuntarily. She raised her wrist to look at the time and said hurriedly, "I really don't have time. I have to rush to catch the bus. Let's talk next time."

She turned around and left Jackson behind.

To her, this old love was the most colourful part of her youth. However, life went on. Now there was a new chapter in her life, with a new social network, and a new life. When she thought about Jackson in the depths of her memory, she no longer felt the pain like she used to. Perhaps she was too fragile to handle it then but it did not matter now. Or perhaps time healed all wounds, so well that it didn't even leave a scar.

Looking at Jennifer darting away in her high heels, there was more loneliness in Jackson's eyes than guilt.

In his mind, Jennifer was still the little girl in a dress with white sneakers, chasing behind him, begging him to teach her how to play tennis. Her grades were bad, and she was shameless and clingy.

"After all, it had been ten years. You can't expect her to still be waiting for you, right?" Jackson thought to himself.

On the second floor of the villa, a cold light flashed through the window slit. Hans looked away with a smile of satisfaction. It seemed that Jennifer had learned her lesson. She knew that she should not be too close with another man.

"But what about when she leaves this villa? What will happen?" Hans thought to himself

Thinking of this, an air of anger rose between Hans's eyebrows. He pulled on his tie and walked impatiently in the room before he finally turned around and strode downstairs.

Jennifer ran to the bus stop in a hurry just as bus 42 left. Looking at the back of the bus, Jennifer ran after it while waving her white handbag, but the bus didn't stop. The bus turned around the corner and disappeared from her sight.

up next to Jennifer and he rolled down the passenger seat's window. "The bus left. Why don't you just let me send you? I'll drop you off somewhere close to where

frowned at the sports car in front of her, she was in

she waited for the next bus, she would be late for work and Hans would blow it out of proportion too. The consequences

choices were

far away from the villa, Hans probably won't find out,

took the chance and looked at the sports car, her fingers were ready

rose on the side of the road and a black SUV sped past Jackson's blue sports car. There was a sharp braking noise followed by white skid marks on the ground. The door opened and a man's

Jennifer, you didn't catch the bus? Why

of Hans, she felt like she couldn't

slender legs and shiny leather shoes.

are going the same way,

and rushed towards the SUV at the front. Without a word, she opened the front passenger door

outside the car for a few seconds, he glanced at the man with sunglasses in the sports car. He seemed to be the same person from last night.

smile to Jackson and

afraid that it would dirty the expensive leather seat, so she hurriedly stuffed it into her mouth. Her cheeks instantly

pretending. If I hadn't shown up just now, would you already

for a moment as her mouth was stuffed with bread. She could only munch and swallow forcefully. She almost choked on the bread and had to catch a

turned around only to find her choking.

head for a long while before she could squeeze a

"Water... "

opened the storage box between the two seats with

piece of bread in her throat. She took a

"You..." Hans was speechless.

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