Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 46: Do You Want Me to Feed You?

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the kitchen.

"Mr. Hans, are... are you coming back for lunch?"

As soon as Hans walked into the living room, his eyes fell on the dinner table not far away. There were

a few dishes on the table, including meat and vegetables. Hans looked satisfied.

He looked up at the master bedroom upstairs.

Nancy immediately understood and said,

"Miss Jennifer went to sleep when she came back. Before going to bed, she told me not to disturb her. I

just finished cooking, so I... Do you think..."

"Bring some upstairs."

Hans glanced at the table and ordered lightly.

Nancy hurriedly nodded and rushed into the kitchen. She came out soon after with a lunch box in her

hand and brought it upstairs straightaway.

When she went downstairs, she saw Hans eating at the table. He glanced at Nancy and asked

casually, "Have she eaten yet?"

Nancy lowered her head.

"Miss Jennifer didn't wake up. I called for her twice and she said just to leave it, so I didn't dare to call

again."

Hans frowned and his eyes were covered with a layer of frost.

"Alright, I know, you can go now."

The bedroom door was slowly pushed open. Hans was wearing a pair of well-fitted black dress pants

and his blue slippers didn't make a lot of noise against the floor.

"Jennifer." A cold voice came from the end of the bed, which reverberated in the quiet bedroom.

Jennifer was sleeping soundly when she heard someone calling for her. Thinking that she was

dreaming, she turned around and ignored it.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Hans's face grew cold and his voice grew deeper. "Jennifer, since

you like to sleep so much, you don't have to go to work anymore. You can just sleep at home every

day."

Hearing this, Jennifer suddenly woke up. She sprang up and sat in the middle of the bed with her hair

disheveled, staring blankly at the man at the end of the bed.

It was not a dream.

Hans glanced at her and walked to the bedside. He picked up the lunch box and said coldly, "Why are

you not eating?"

Jennifer looked away from him and looked down at the sheet, it was white and dazzling. "I'm too sleepy

to eat."

The mattress under her slightly tilted to one side and she froze. She saw from the corner of her eye

that Hans was sitting beside her. His black dress pants were particularly conspicuous on the white

sheets, forming a few wrinkles.

"Are you waiting for me to feed you?"

A spoonful of egg salad piled up on the silver spoon, the springy egg trembled slightly on the spoon in

front of her. At the end of the spoon was a bony hand.

She was startled and reached for the spoon. "I'll do it myself..."

"Open your mouth." Hans's cold voice stopped her from reaching out her hand.

She was startled and couldn't help opening her mouth. The spoonful of egg salad melted in her mouth.

When it slipped down her throat, it tasted sweet for no reason. Was there any sugar?

"I'll do it myself." She swallowed the egg salad and looked up at Hans.

He glanced at her expressionlessly.

"Do you think I like to feed you? If I'm not paying attention, you'll go on a hunger strike again. You're

living a free and unfettered life not working, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he picked up the lunch box, put one hand around Jennifer's shoulder, and wrapped her in

his arms. The lunch box was held in front of her chest and the spoon on his other hand was filled with

pasta. He reached out and said. "Open your mouth."

His chest was clinging to her back, and there was a trace of heat spreading down her spine. His breath

faintly swept over her face as if she was dreaming.

Jennifer felt that she was still asleep. Everything was hazy, and she listened to his instructions. She

opened her mouth, had some salad, and then chewed as he ordered.

After she ate half a bowl of egg salad and some vegetables, her face became less pale.

Hans's chest left her back, and the spoon dropped into the lunch box, making a clanging sound. He put

it steadily on a chair nearby. He looked back at Jennifer, frowned, pulled out a paper towel from the

box, and leaned over.

Jennifer had a palm-sized, oval face. Her eyes were black and bright, and the tip of her nose was like a

little fox. Her lips were stained yellow with the egg salad, and her confused look was just like a lost

kitten.

Hans held a paper towel and approached her. He was about to wipe the corner of her mouth when his

heart suddenly skipped a beat. There was a light breeze and she blinked her eyes. His hand stopped

and held her shoulder instead. Then he leaned over slightly and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Jennifer's whole body stiffened. Her lower body was still in pain so she didn't want to have sex with

Hans right now. However, out of reflex, she did not dare to resist so she allowed him to kiss her lips and

pry open her mouth.

Jennifer's consciousness gradually blurred. How could this dream feel so real?

James's voice was at the door.

"Mr. Hans, you are going to be late for the meeting in the afternoon. Do you need me to reschedule

with the clients?"

Hans's hand paused slightly on his belt and unhappily glanced at the door.

Jennifer froze and suddenly came to her senses. She looked up at Hans on top of her, her face was

burning red.

"Nevermind, I'll go after I change my clothes."

His voice grew fainter and she felt his grips loosen on her. He slowly walked away and entered his own

room through the sliding door, leaving her behind with his warmth and uncertainty.

Jennifer touched the skin on her chest, and it was still warm from his touch. This was the rare occasion

where he was so tender that her clothes and her body were unharmed. Except for her slightly swollen

lips, she was completely fine.

It really felt like a dream.

After Hans left, Jennifer went into the bathroom and took a bath. She had learned her lesson from the

night before, so she didn't dare to take a long bath and didn't turn on the aroma lamp. She looked at

herself in the mirror. There were still some mottled bruises on her body, and she could still feel the pain

in her lower body, but she could forget all of that thinking about his tenderness just now.