Chapter 23: He Used to Be Gentle
Chapter 23: He Used to Be Gentle
Jennifer soaked herself in the bathtub. The high temperature of the bathwater gradually eased her
pain. She rested her head on the edge of the bathtub and she relaxed her stiff limbs.
Hans wasn't such a rough and ruthless person before. Like his father, he was very gentle. Although he
didn't talk much, he was very thoughtful and always helped her when she needed it. Although he did it
secretly, she knew it was him instead of other family members.
The modification of the event design for her club during her second year of high school, the complex
mathematical analysis methods for her third year of high school, as well as the extra milk and checklist
in her bag during the art exam. Even when she was in college, the hilarious situation where the creepy
senior avoided her like a plague after pestering her for a long time.
Thinking back, the things that Hans had done for her in private were innumerable. She had never
thought about it before, until now. Now that he had become cold and indifferent to her, she really
started to miss those times. Those memories were still fresh in her mind.
Since when did she realize that she had fallen in love with Hans?
Perhaps it was when she found out that he awkwardly asked his father and her mother to bring her Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
flowers when she graduated, where she caught him red-handed even though he pretended he didn't
show up. Or maybe it was when she fainted after that car accident and woke up in the hospital, he held
her hands and told her, "Don't be afraid, I am here." Or maybe it was all the little things after they had
spent the past ten years together. Her love and admiration for him ran deep.
However lowly and insignificant he thought of her, she still held onto a little hope in her heart, waiting
for the day when he would change his mind.
Companionship was better than infatuation. Since he was willing to let her stay by his side, he must
have an attachment to her.
Hans only had a day off each week. So although it was Sunday the next morning, he had to work since
he took a day off on Saturday. She was his secretary, so she had to work too.
Her alarm rang on time. She went to work earlier than Hans, so after the first ring she woke up and
hurriedly turned off the alarm. She sat in bed for a while, then went to the bathroom to wash up and get
ready for work in one fell swoop.
She deliberately did not make a lot of noise when she got up. Everything in this villa was great, except
that her room was partitioned off from Hans's master bedroom. She didn't know why the room wasn't
particularly soundproof. Hans could hear everything going on in her room clearly.
She carried a blazer on her arms and wore a white shirt and a tight black skirt. She went downstairs
carefully barefoot. The servants had already prepared breakfast. When they saw Jennifer, they stood
by the side to wait on her. "Miss Jennifer, breakfast is ready. Are you eating at home?"
Jennifer looked up at the closed master bedroom door upstairs. After hesitating for a moment, she took
two pieces of bread from the table. "I'll take them with me."
If Hans came down while she was eating, who knew what would happen. It was better not to risk it.
With her blazer in one hand and the bread in the other, she changed into black high heels. She smiled
at the two servants who were preparing breakfast. "I'm leaving."
The servants looked at each other. They didn't know if Miss Jennifer was easy-going or stupid.
It seemed that no matter how Mr. Hans tortured her, she was always still full of life the next morning.
She smiled at everyone and she was always in high spirit, which always left people puzzled.
Out of the villa, Jennifer slowly breathed a sigh of relief and gradually stopped smiling. She was still
frightened thinking about what happened last night. She had to act like everything was fine in front of
outsiders. Otherwise, anyone else could bully her too. She didn't understand this when Stephanie said
this to her, but now it made sense for her.