Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 22: Machine

Right now, Jennifer could barely control her own body. Hans's tone was kind warm, not that cold. As if

dreaming, Jennifer couldn't help but twist her thin waist and hum a little.

Hans smirked and thrust slowly, it was torture for Jennifer and she was restless under him. She couldn't

help but moan and push her body toward his chest. She felt a wave of relief and she wrapped her

hands around his neck, trying to get closer to him.

Initially, Hans didn't like to see her enjoying herself and wanted to torture her, but he didn't expect her

to take initiative. After all, he was the one who always had to force her to have sex.

For a moment, he forgot himself and his complicated feelings towards her. He moved his waist and

thrust wildly. He breathed out a sigh of relief, and Jennifer curved her lips into a smile of satisfaction.

"Hans..."

She called out his name in a daze.

Hans suddenly realized that he had gotten carried away. He turned his head and saw her arms around

his neck. His face suddenly turned cold. He grabbed her wrist and tossed it aside.

Her arm fell on the bed and her fingers hit the headboard. Jennifer was suddenly awakened by great

pain. "Ouch..." She gasped.

Holding her pinky that was swollen, she snapped out of it. Her eyes grew misty, as if asking Hans why

he had to treat her like that.

Hans lay on her, she couldn't see his expression against the light. His voice was cold and emotionless

as usual. "Keep your hand to yourself. If you cross the line, don't blame me for being rough on you."

He was the one in charge here, whether on the bed or outside of it. Unless he requested it, he would

not allow Jennifer to interfere with his actions. She owed him this.

Jennifer held her fingers in pain. He thrusted to release his anger and her body gradually cooled down

as he left abruptly. She felt like a machine, a machine to please him.

He stood by the bed naked, he coldly glanced at the messy bed. "You know exactly what to do."

Jennifer struggled to sit up from the bed, her long hair scattered on her shoulders. She stared at him

and touched his bathrobe with her fingertips. She didn't know where her strength came from or where

she lost her dignity. "Put this on or you'll catch a cold..."

Hans turned to his bathrobe beside her, and his face stiffened. After a while, he coldly said, "Nevermind

that. Keep whatever you have touched, or throw it away."

Soon, the sound of running water came from the master bathroom.

Jennifer looked at the bathrobe beside her and frowned.

She always looked at the bright side of things. So much so that she convinced herself that Hans's

abnormal behaviour tonight was him being jealous of Jackson, which meant that he cared about her

even just a little.

Look, he didn't even ask the servants to bath her and directly brought her to the bedroom instead. Plus,

he seemed gentler than usual tonight. There was even a few moments where she saw him smile. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Thinking of this, she managed to force a smile.

It was still a long time until the wedding date set by his grandmother. She was sure that she could show

Hans that she truly loved him. Hans was not a cruel person, she was the one who did something wrong

in the beginning.