Boss's Sweet Secretary

Her back hit the sofa and almost knocked the wind out of her. There was a loud buzz in Jennifer's head as if she was about to faint. She almost didn't see Hans making his way over. She only sobered up when he towered over her.

Holding the torn collar of her shirt, she clenched her teeth and retreated to the corner of the sofa.

"You want me to do it myself?"

Hans's eyes were cold as ice. He reached out and grabbed her delicate ankle. She didn't dare to move any more out of reflex.

"Hans... please... I beg you..."

She sobbed and looked at him pitifully, showing her survival instinct intermittently.

Hans coldly looked past her cheeks stared into her eyes.

She trembled and bit her lower lip. Although she was pained deep down, she dared not say a word.

Hans always had the final say in this family. Sometimes he might listen to the old Mrs. Miller, but other than that, he was a complete dictator. His tendency to torment people was very obvious in the way he treated Jennifer.

Her warm tears grew cold as they rolled down her cheeks and reached her chin, staggering on the verge of splattering on the floor.

Hans looked at Jennifer in front of him. He looked at her helplessness as she begged for mercy. He watched as tears rolled down her cheeks and she shivered because she was too scared of the way he looked at her.

Suddenly... he felt a little sympathetic towards her.

She was once very confident and proud not that long ago, but now it felt like it had been a long time.

Seeing the rare hesitation on Hans's face, Jennifer quickly grabbed onto it like a life raft. She sobbed, "Hans... please, not here..."

His pity on her disappeared when he heard Jennifer's pleading, his heart hardened again.

Hans violently pulled her closer by her ankle, almost dragging Jennifer from the sofa. She screamed as she lost her balance and she fell on her back in front of him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as if she was seducing him. At a close distance, he leaned down.

He pinched her chin hard and ignored the tears falling on his fingers. His voice was cold. "Say it again, what are you begging me for?"

Jennifer's face went pale. The friction between her back and the sofa twisted her face in pain. Plus, Hans was pressing her chin, which was even more painful if she opened her mouth.

"Please... Please... at least not here."

She knew that she was the one who willingly slept with him. She had lost all her pride so she didn't blame him for looking down on her and regarded her as replaceable. However, she believed that after a long time, Hans would finally understand that she was sincere and wasn't trying to get anything from him.

The only thing she wanted from him was his heart.

Hans loosened his grip on her chin. The corner of his mouth seemed to curl into a smirk. "Oh?"

He looked at Jennifer who had barely any clothes on her except for her pink bra. Her attractive figure caught his attention and there was a fiery passion in his eyes. "So I can do anything to you as long as it's not here?"