Boss's Sweet Secretary

Jennifer could not figure out whether Hans meant what he said or not. She never thought that Hans would accept others' opinions humbly. He was always conceited. "Actually there is not much... just that you always look a little angry..."

She lowered her head and carefully observed Hans's reaction with the corner of her eyes.

He lowered his head, eating with a calm face. "Continue."

Jennifer coughed twice and boldly said, "You don't seem to remember the names of the servants before, do you? You just shout for them randomly. Whenever someone did something wrong, all of them will be punished." She looked up at Hans and seeing that he looked calm, she continued.

"Take what happened with the aroma lamp for example. Actually, it was Daisy who stole it. Although other servants might be harbouring her behaviour, you should also figure out why they protected her. Because if someone were to complain to you that someone else was stealing, and you can't remember who was it, you would ask James to dismiss all of them directly. The result would be the same if they wait for you to find out eventually, it's just a matter of time. That's why they..."

"Ahem..." Hans's sudden cough shocked Jennifer, and her face suddenly turned pale.

"I... I just said it casually..."

She looked at Hans, but he didn't look strange. He just took a sip of water from the cup.

"So, sometimes you can change a little when appropriate."

"Okay."

Hans's voice was not loud, but it sounded like he had answered her. She could not quite believe it.

"Actually, we don't need too many servants at home. Nancy can handle it by herself. You also remember her name... and you trust her..."

Hans glanced at her. After she said so much, he finally came to a conclusion. Jennifer must be out of her mind. He looked calm and said, "Whatever you want. If you don't think it's troublesome that there is no one serving you, you don't have to replace the servants."

"I don't think it's troublesome..." Jennifer nodded quickly. "I always thought it was better to have fewer outsiders in the house. If it's possible, we don't even need a servant. When I was at home, there was only one lay who helped cook..."

Hans's face suddenly darkened.

"The home you're talking about, is it the Miller's family or your previous home."

Jennifer was slightly stunned, and the smile on her face froze. "Both... both of them. My mother doesn't like too many servants at home, so..."

Yes, no wonder after Thomas married Stephanie, the servants in the house were inexplicably dismissed. Thinking of this, Hans's face was full of ridicule.

His mother, Alice, came from a rich family. She was used to having servants around, and so was Thomas. So after they got married, the number of servants in the house grew and they all had their own duties. The cook wouldn't help clean and the cleaner wouldn't help running a bath. When Alice was alive, they even hired a girl as a dog sitter.

"Your identity dictates the life you live."

The stiff smile on Jennifer's face disappeared gradually. Although she didn't quite understand what he was saying, it was probably not something nice.

The originally harmonious atmosphere was disrupted by just one sentence. She didn't quite understand what influenced Hans's uncertain temperament. If it was because of what she did six months ago, his reaction would have been overkill.

After all, he didn't lose anything that night.

She lowered her head and dared not to speak. Luckily, Nancy came back with a bowl of mushroom soup and placed it in front of Hans. "Mr. Hans, your soup is ready."

Hans glanced at Jennifer, who kept her head down and said nothing. He raised his hand and touched the edge of the bowl, frowning. "It's too hot."

Nancy's face froze. She quickly reached out to take it and said, "I'll go to the kitchen and place it in front of a fan for a while."

Seeing her panic look, Hans somehow thought of what Jennifer had just said. He was confused. Was he really too strict with the servants?

"Nevermind. I still have a contract to go through."

Nancy froze in fear as Hans stood up. She thought he was angry and lowered her head, not daring to say a word. She was afraid that Hans would say that she didn't have to come to work tomorrow. Jennifer couldn't bear to see it anymore and muttered in a low voice, "It's just a little hot and it'll be fine if you blow it. It will only take a few minutes."

Hearing this, Hans glanced at Jennifer and said, "Secretary Jennifer, seems like you have a lot of time on your hand. You should have the soup then, I have something else to do."

The door of the study on the second floor creaked shut, and his coldness seemed to linger in the living room and the dining room. Nancy looked at the soup on the table, pursed her lips and said, "Miss Jennifer, I'll get you another bowl."

"It's fine, he hasn't eaten from this bowl yet."

Jennifer picked up the bowl of soup for Hans and put it in front of her. She ate some with a spoon and thought that it tasted good. Seeing Nancy standing aside with a frightened look, she knew that she was very uneasy because of how the servants were dismissed last time. She had been scared and obedient recently.

"Nancy, get a bowl of soup and leave it on the table. I'll bring it to Mr. Hans later."

Nancy felt relieved as if a huge weight had been taken off her shoulders. She looked at Jennifer gratefully and said, "Okay, I'll go right away. Thank you, Miss Jennifer."

Looking at Nancy's back, Jennifer felt a little sorrow. The servants only wanted simple things, they just hoped their boss liked what they cooked and also to not make any mistakes.

It just so happened that Hans never praised others. Nancy brought the soup but he didn't drink it, which made her nervous.

After the meal, Jennifer stretched lazily at the table. She always felt very comfortable when Hans was not around and enjoyed her dinner better. When she was about to go back to her room to rest, Nancy brought a bowl of soup from the kitchen and some snacks. She looked at Jennifer expectantly.

At this moment, Jennifer regretted agreeing to help Nancy. She looked at the study on the second floor and sighed silently.

Ever since she moved to the guest room, she hadn't been up there in a week, and they seemed to be getting along well. If she brought this soup up, and she happened to catch him in a bad mood, he would get mad and wanted to send her back to the family house again.

"Miss Jennifer..." Nancy stared at her, looking pitiful.

"Give it... give it to me." Jennifer gritted her teeth, took the bowl from Nancy, took a deep breath, and took a step forward.

The solid wood stairs were covered with soft carpets. It was very comfortable to step on them, like stepping on the grass. Jennifer's heart was beating like crazy. Today, Hans looked different from usual. His attitude towards her was not as tough as usual. Plus, he had a rare chat with her.

All of this made her feel like it was the calm before the storm.☐☐☐☐