Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 42

"Aria, it's already late at night. What's the matter?" He said in a calm and unhappy tone. He was annoyed by the woman who pestered him all day long.

"Hansen, I haven't seen you for a few days. What are you doing? I miss you, I want to see you," Aria pouted and said in a sexy baby voice.

Hansen's eyebrows furrowed even deeper. He suddenly felt that her voice was really annoying and harsh. He yawned.

"Aria, it's late now. Go to sleep. I'll bring you out in a few days," Hansen placated her unwillingly.

"Hansen, what are you doing these days? Today, I went to see the wedding dresses with Mom. I found one that's beautiful and suitable for me. Hansen, can you come here now? I'll bring you to see it now," Aria said excitedly and brimming with expectation.

Hansen was stunned, as if a bucket of cold water was poured from his head. The fiery desire inside his body was completely extinguished.

His dream was cut off, and it was cruel and sharp.

In the dark night, the cold wind was piercing straight into his neck. He stood in a daze, and his eyes were dark and deep like a well.

Jenna was lying on the bed. After Hansen left, the temperature seemed to drop. It was so cold that she hated it. She didn't like this feeling at all.

He stood on the balcony, making a phone call. He lowered his head from time to time, as if he felt guilty and uneasy.

Jenna's heart went sour and filled with bitterness.

Needless to say, it must be Aria who called him.

Outside, he was talking romantically with Aria.

She felt her stomach churning and it came up her throat. She felt sick.

A moment ago, he was still indulging in pleasure with her. But the next second, he was gently talking to another woman. He looked like he was telling sweet words, trying to please her or lie to her.

This feeling was not good at all, it was even disgusting!

Jenna's excitement, intoxication, and fantasy were instantly shattered.

She felt a chill down her spine.

Hansen pushed open the balcony door and walked in. His tall figure brought in a gust of cold wind.

Jenna closed her eyes and pretended to have fallen asleep.

Hansen put down his mobile phone and lifted the quilt with his hand.

However, Jenna was holding the quilt tightly. She held it so tightly that her fingers were intensely pressed together. Hansen could even see her fingers turning white because of how hard she was grabbing at the quilt. "What's wrong?" He was a little displeased. She was obviously resisting him.

"You should go," Jenna opened her eyes and said coldly, "You shouldn't be here with me."

Her attitude was cold, and her tone was colder.

Hansen looked at her cold and determined face. There was no trace of blush on her face, it was even a little pale. Her eyes were cold, without any warmth. When she looked at him, there was a

hint of disgust.

A feeling of shame and anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and his face was flushed with anger.

He was the superior Mr. Richards, but now he personally served and took care of her. How dare she turn a blind eye to him? When had he ever been despised by a woman like this?

He put everything down just to stay with her. However, she gave him the cold shoulder.

"Don't think that just because you saved me, you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, it's my duty to accompany you now. I don't want to owe you anything," Hansen was annoyed and his voice became cold. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was as she had expected.

He came to take care of her just because he didn't want to owe her any favor. He didn't want her to pester him. He wanted to make sure that she had nothing to do with him in the future.

The more she thought about it, the colder her heart became.

"That's really not necessary. You don't owe me anything. I've ruined your love life. I have already repaid you by taking a knife for you. You can go now. From now on, we don't owe each other anything," Jenna's voice was as cold as iron.

Hansen suddenly felt his anger rushing to the top of his head, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried. He felt uncomfortable in his heart. He grabbed his suit on the head of the bed and said coldly, "You asked me to leave on your own. Don't blame me for being cruel."

With a loud thud, he rushed out like a gust of wind and heavily slammed the door.

Jenna's heart was smashed to pieces by the heavy slam of the door. She felt a heart-wrenching pain inside of her.

She clenched her teeth.

He had his own lover, so she shouldn't force him to stay with her just because she had saved him. She did not want to feel as if she was trying to take him away using scheming means.

She would never stoop so low!

"Hansen, you don't love me because you're a blind airhead," she said to herself.

She didn't need it; she didn't need his charity!

His footsteps gradually faded away until there was no sound left. All that was left were emptiness and loneliness.

He left to find Aria, but what about her?

In the past few days, she forgot to ask him about the whereabouts of the two cars. Did she really forget or was she refraining from asking? Sometimes she would think that if he really killed her father, would she really be cruel enough to tear him into pieces?

This question had been running through her mind for a long time. She did not dare to think about it. She wondered if she had to make a decision in the future, would she be able to do it?

Desolation, sadness, disappointment, loneliness.

Different emotions welled up in her mind. In the darkness, the loneliness turned into tears.

She buried her head in the quilt and sobbed gently, letting the tears flow.

All the sadness in her past had turned into tears. She cried in a dark and sorrowful way.

She didn't stop crying until the quilt was pulled away from her. A rousing minty smell came along with the cold wind that entered the room. She stopped crying and looked at the man standing in front of her with bloodshot and swollen eyes.

Hansen was looking down at her with complicated eyes.

"Are you crying? Why?" He stared at her and asked. Maybe it was because his face was still red from the anger just now, but he held the quilt tightly. He was afraid that she would clutch tightly at it and prevent him from getting into the bed.

"It's none of your business." Jenna was baffled. She didn't expect him to come back. She was as embarrassed as a little girl who had done something wrong. Her eyes were shining with a fragment of light, and there was a little expectation in it, but her face was still full of tears. Hansen reached out a hand to hold the back of her head and approached her face.

"What on earth are you thinking about? What do you want me to do?" He looked at her as if she was a little girl who had been wronged and had been bullied. He was frustrated. He had already exited the door of the hospital, but suddenly, he remembered that she had a high fever in the afternoon. He was worried and decided to turn back. When he entered the ward, he heard her sobbing under the quilt. He opened the quilt just to see her crying pitifully and helplessly.

She was the one who drove him away! Why did she feel wronged? He was frustrated.

Jenna was embarrassed. She would never admit that she cried because she was afraid of loneliness.

"I like to cry. It's none of your business," she lowered her eyes and sniffed.

"You..." Hearing her reply, Hansen was rendered speechless. He held the back of her head tightly, pulled the quilt away, and laid down.

Jenna tried to push him away, but Hansen grabbed her hand and kissed her hard.

As he kissed her face, the tears on her face were dried up by his hot lips. It was no longer wet, but smooth and tender.

The warm current in the depths of his heart began to emerge again. He was not satisfied with such a kiss and gradually moved to kiss her on the lips. At this moment, there was only pity in his heart, the pity that came from the bottom of his heart. Even he was surprised that he would pity her. They hugged each and kissed each other passionately. They hugged each other tightly until they felt like their breath was out of rhythm. Only then did they let go of each other.

After a long kiss, Jenna was physically exhausted and panting.

After the kiss, Hansen held her in his arms. He didn't say anything, nor did he have more desire. He hugged her tightly and could feel that she was weak. He was afraid that she could not bear his vigor, so he hugged her tightly and fell asleep.

A new day came.

When Jenna opened her eyes again, it was already daytime. The golden sunshine shone through the curtains. It was so beautiful in the ward. For the first time, Jenna felt that the hospital was not so terrible, and even beautiful.

Hansen had already got up, he was not in the ward.

She slowly got up and washed up. After a night of deep sleep, she felt much better. Standing in front of the dressing mirror, she saw that her face was unusually bright and radiant, as if there was even a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Her body was getting stronger and the wound was no longer as painful. She was in a much better mood and wanted to leave the hospital. She still had to work on the car designs. After lying in the hospital for a few days, she came up with some ideas for a perfect design. She was inspired and wanted to draw it out as soon as possible.

Just as she sat down on the hospital bed.

The door of the ward opened. She thought that Hansen was here to send her breakfast, so she raised her head happily.

With a cool air in the early morning, Marissa and Aria swaggered in, dressed up and decked out with full make-up. Jenna instantly felt that the air around her became cold, and she could feel the palpable tension.

Her face suddenly turned pale.

Marissa was wearing a light blue dress, noble and elegant, dignified and generous, but the light in her eyes was as cold as frost. Aria's face was full of gloom, and her eyes were spilling viciousness.

"Mom, this shameless woman has been pestering Hansen these days. He's so distracted by her that he didn't even go to the company. He stayed here with her all day long, and even I can't see him," Aria held Marissa and complained with a sad and wronged face.

"Hmph," Marissa snorted and gently patted Aria's hand, "Do you think you can take Hansen away? In your dreams!"

She sneered, her face full of disdain.

Aria held her and walked toward Jenna arrogantly, looking down at her condescendingly.