Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 46

"Okay, I'll go first then," Hansen thought about it and did not object. "Jenna, you know that our marriage was far from perfect at the beginning. There were many unfortunate events. All these years, I might have ignored you at times and failed to fulfill my duties as a husband. I hope you don't take it to heart. I hope you don't blame my mother for the way she treated you too."

Hansen paused and took a sip of wine. He then continued, "I know I can't give you the happiness you want. I couldn't do it in the past and won't be able to in the future. Therefore, I won't force you. After the press conference, you should tell me whatever is on your mind. I will try my best to promise you everything."

He was serious and careful. Perhaps he was afraid of hurting her. He used his words carefully, but Jenna certainly understood what he meant.

She felt bitter in her heart, but there was a moving smile on her face.

"Okay, I'm done. Now it's your turn," he looked up at her with his deep eyes.

At this time, Jenna had just finished drinking red wine. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were pink and tender. She looked beautiful.

Hansen was lost in thought looking at her. He thought that he was not meant to be with a woman like her. There were too many things between them. It was not easy to sit down, eat, and talk as calmly as today.

He sighed in his heart. Perhaps it was fate.

"Actually, I thought of the same thing," Jenna smiled slightly and understood what he meant. The person he wanted to marry was Aria, and the person he loved was her. He was now only worried that she would interfere with their lives.

She was not a fool; of course she understood.

"Hansen, I don't regret saving you at all. I've thought about it in the past few days. Many things should also be put down. I don't plan to ask for those two cars anymore. You can rest assured that I will do my best to complete the design. I'll ensure that the press conference will be held successfully and that you will get good results. Please believe in me."

Her eyes were bright. She looked calm and relaxed.

Hansen looked at her bright eyes, but felt a bit disheartened.

He had a lot going through his mind and was a little distracted. The sour taste swelled in his heart, slowly becoming thicker. He picked up the wine glass in his hand and finished it off.

During dinner, they were peaceful and friendly. They tried to maintain the courtesy and boundaries between friends.

After dinner, Jenna cleaned up and continued with the car designing on her computer. Hansen also worked seriously.

For three days in a row, Jenna went to the company during the day to discuss with the design staff, and came back alone at night to continue thinking about the designs. Finally, at the end of the third night, she completed all the design drawings.

She was so exhausted that she fell asleep on the computer desk.

When she was asleep, she felt someone picking her up. That embrace was warm and familiar. She fell asleep soundly and when she opened her eyes, it was already the next day.

Hansen was carrying his bag and was ready to go out.

"Hansen, I have finished the designs. I would like to reiterate some specific points." Jenna stopped Hansen before he walked out of the door, "Please give me ten minutes during the press conference to explain about the designs. I will handle this part myself. I have to do this, please believe in me. I will make the audience understand the performance and superiority of each car as soon as possible."

She looked at him confidently.

If she did not seize the opportunity to propose this idea to him at this time, after he returned to the company, he would be too busy to talk to her. Besides, the press conference was to be held soon. She had to coordinate with the person in charge in advance so that there would be no mistakes during the press conference. She did not want to trouble Hansen by then.

Hansen wore a nice suit which made him look slender and tall. He had woken up early in the morning and was lively. His eyes were particularly energetic. He nodded and said, "Yes, your designs are indeed well crafted. I like one of the designs a lot. You can do as you planned. I will call Aria and let her know." Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jenna blinked her eyes, smiled lightly and nodded.

Hansen also smiled at her, then he left.

At the convention center of the magnificent International Kinsey Center.

The event was named "Spread Our Love With Cosmic Hybrid Car". The press conference and the charity event were in preparation.

Aria was busy at the scene, directing sternly from time to time.

She wanted the best decorations for the venue so that it would have a high-end atmosphere.

After all, many business people and celebrities would be attending this press conference. It was not the same as ordinary banquets. It was important for the image of Richards Group.

When Jenna walked in, Aria was gesticulating with several supermodels.

"Ms. McAdams, I won't need car models for the presentation. I have my own arrangements," Jenna walked up calmly and said.

"You don't need car models?" Aria raised her eyebrows and looked at the few invited supermodels that were standing by her side. Her face was disdainful and dissatisfied. "Do you think your designs are so highly sought after by the people? It's funny. Nowadays, packaging is important. Tell me, what auto show does not feature car models? I invited these supermodels because I care for Richards Group. But now, you're telling me you don't need them? It's ridiculous."

"I will thank Ms. McAdams for your effort. However, I do not need any models. I designed the cars and I have my own plans. I hope you can cooperate with me." Jenna was unimpressed by her cynicism. She shook her head, shrugged her shoulders, and gave him a helpless expression.

To tell the truth, she hated how the domestic auto shows were. They always hired models who were scantily clad to hype up the event. She wondered whether the people who attended the shows were here to look at the cars or the models.

It was undeniable that this could attract the attention of men, but the real function of the car would be overlooked. After the novelty was over, they would see the car in new light. Then, once they realized that the car was not what they liked, they would regret it. This would create a bad impression on the company.

It was a low-end way to promote cars. For people who really understood cars and loved cars, they would not care about these things. The most important thing was what they thought about the car.

How the car brought them convenience in life and making them feel like owning the car was like having their beloved person by their side.

Jenna wanted to attract these guests. These people would really appreciate a car for what it was, and they would not buy a car for no reason. They would only buy the best. After that, many people would follow suit and this would create a huge demand. Slowly, the public would be sucked in by the trend and they would also purchase the same cars.

The hardest buyers to target in the market were the high-end and exquisite people. Jenna was eyeing their potential.

She wanted to attract their attention.

Therefore, she would not let Aria's cheap packaging ruin her intention.

"No way, this is the company's standard arrangement. I am fully in charge of this. I can't let someone without any understanding of marketing handle this," Aria rejected it immediately.

"Ms. McAdams, I don't care what you are in charge of. However, I will not let anyone else dictate my presentation. Otherwise, it will ruin my efforts. I don't need your consent. It has already been decided," Jenna put on a smile and said confidently. It was as if her words were final. It was like an order.

Aria's face suddenly darkened. At Richards Group, no one dared to rebel against anything she wanted to do. The only person who had the power was Hansen.

Although it might lose money, but as long as she had decided on it, Hansen would never deny her ideas. She did not believe this would change today.

"How dare you? You're just a manager in the designing department. You dare to ignore my authority as the Vice President? The arrangements were made a long time ago. The supermodels are

already here. We have spent so much on this event. Can you afford it?" Aria was arrogant and refused to budge, "If the press conference fails, will you be responsible for it?"

"Ms. McAdams, don't forget, the theme of this press conference is luxury cars. The luxury cars that I have designed," Jenna did not show weakness. She smiled coldly and took out her mobile phone.

"Hansen, I'm in the convention center now. I need you to come over immediately," she spoke calmly but her tone was as if she was giving orders.

Jenna dared to order Hansen around? This made the busy staff at the scene curious. They all stopped their work, stood up, and looked directly at this side.

Aria's blushed and gritted her teeth.

After a while, sure enough, Hansen hurried over. He was talking on his cell phone, indicating that he was busy with business.

"Hansen," Aria saw Hansen coming and rushed up, hugged his arm, and pressed her entire chest on his body. "Hansen, that woman is causing trouble. The procedures for the conference were already confirmed a long time ago, but she rejects it and wants to change it."

Jenna stood there and looked at them coldly.

Hansen ended the call and removed Aria's arms from his body. He gave out a faint smile and said, "Aria, get me a cup of water. I want to see for myself."

Aria was originally smiling when she saw Hansen. However, when she heard his words, the smile on her face gradually disappeared and she frowned. He asked her for a cup of water as soon as he was here. It was obvious he was trying to drive her Something was not right!

However, she chuckled and still followed his order.

"Jenna, I'm sorry. I was too busy and forgot to tell her," Hansen understood as soon as he walked in. He had forgotten what he promised her in the morning. It happened because of him, so he sent Aria away to explain to Jenna.

"It's okay." Jenna smiled generously, "Hansen, you would know. Everything I do has a meaning to the design. If things don't go as I planned, it will lose its meaning."

A cheeky smile appeared on Hansen's face. He blinked slightly, leaned over his head, and whispered, "I believe in you."