Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 191

"Jenna, let's go back to Collier Manor." Hansen reached out to hold her, desperate to bring her back to the manor immediately.

"Let go of me." Her voice was icy cold, terrifyingly distant.

"Jenna, please, go back with me." His voice was helpless in misery, pleading and begging apparent in his tone for the first time in forever. Her expression was so cold and stoic. He no longer dared to lift her up and carry her away as he pleased like before. He feared that it would anger her and push her further away from him.

"Who do you think you are? Why should I go with you? Who are you to me, to ask me this?" Jenna sneered. Her words stung him like a sharp dagger. "Even if you're my boss, I had only signed a one- year contract with your company. Not you. I didn't sell myself to you and I have no obligation to follow you. If there are consequences, we can resort to the court."

Her expression was determined, more than she ever was before.

Jenna was no longer a fool. She would wake herself up once and for all.

Hansen's heart grew cold with her icy voice.

She thought of him no more than a thief, a passerby in her journey of life. To her, he was probably the most shameless and greatest jerk in the world.

"Jenna, don't be like this. I love you. I really do." His voice was weak and trembling; the pain that tortured him was evident.

Loved her? Jenna wanted to laugh when she heard this. She wondered if this was his so-called love? Being a two-timer, trampling all over her feelings as he wished, was this what he meant by loving her?

If this was love, every man could have countless lovers and not be called out for it. They would possess every woman they had found beautiful and then said that they loved them. Wouldn't that be ridiculous?

"Look at everything you've done so far. And you think you love me. Should I obey you unconditionally? What a joke. I was so stupid to believe that a man like you would even have a heart. I know it now. You're a jerk, an absolute scumbag. We have been married for so many years. Ask yourself about how you've treated me, how you've trampled me all over, and how you've destroyed my dignity. I was naive before. I thought that you would change, but now, why should I forgive you and go back with you?" Jenna grew emotional. With all the past events flooding her mind, it was at this moment when those unpleasant, painful memories came bursting through the door. Her face was flushed from the outburst as she said with a trembling voice, "Hansen Richards, what makes you think I will go with you? Do you expect me to stand around, watch you get married, and have children with another woman? Do you expect me to hide in an affair? Am I just a sl*t to you? From today onwards, I will cut my ties with you. We are nothing but a divorced couple and now, we live our own lives, far away from each

other. Please respect my decision. You wouldn't be so shameless and thick-skinned, would you?"

"Jenna, is this how you see me in your heart?" Hansen asked with sorrow.

She chuckled, her smile sardonic as she retorted, "Of course. You think too highly of yourself."

His face paled. As if he was scared of something, he suddenly grasped her hand and roared, "Jenna, I won't let you go no matter what. Don't you dare leave me. You are mine for the rest of your life. You can only belong to me and no one can take you away from me."

As soon as his voice fell, his arms wrapped around her tightly. He smiled, a guilty one, and his muscles stiffened under his clothes.

He had said before that the woman he loved could never leave him.

Unless he hated her and abandoned her.

Women were always the eager ones; they would be desperate to please him. How could there be a woman who had wanted to leave him, especially the woman whom he loved so dearly? He would not let that happen.

As he embraced Jenna, she stood there like a sculpture, not moving an inch.

She could not fight against him. There was no other way but to let him hold her.

"You couldn't get a woman's heart, thus you're going to tie her down by your side with force. What great skill you have, do you think doing this can win my heart? That's too shallow of you," she mocked him coldly.

Her voice stabbed him in the heart. She did not resist nor struggle out of his hold, she even let him hug her. She was like a lifeless string puppet. Soon, he felt chilly and glum.

He was sure that just a moment ago, he saw a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

She still loved him; he firmly believed that.

Pulling her tightly into his embrace, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her fiercely. In his memories, every time he kissed her, her anger would melt away and she would forgive him.

He kissed her with a burning passion but for a long time, he felt her not giving in. It was different this time.

She was so distant. Even as he kissed her passionately, he could not feel any warmth from her. Apart from her breath on his face, he would have mistaken her as a log. He was already pulling her

so close to him and yet she had no reaction.

Her eyes looked straight at the sky above, unchanging.

Soon, Hansen was utterly dejected.

He slowly let go of her.

"Jenna, why are you being like this? You promised me, you'll believe that I love you no matter what happens, didn't you?" He shook her and shrieked in agony.

"I was stupid to have promised you. How could I, after you made another woman pregnant? That's ridiculous. Don't tell me you can't even think of this simple thing. I'm just a woman," she said coldly. "Go away. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."

After she finished speaking, Jenna shoved him aside and headed toward the door.

"No, Jenna." He grabbed her in time and begged humbly, "Jenna, give me time. I need you, please stay with me. Don't leave me, I will fix everything, okay? I will definitely give you the answer you want. Trust me, only if you trust me would I have the strength to hold on."

He pleaded sincerely, his eyes still had light in them, radiating warmth.

She glanced back at him. In the past, she would have believed him and softened up in no time. This time, it was different. She would stick to her resolve. She would not repeat her mistake.

"Tell me, what can you do?" She glared at him, shooting him with unending questions, sarcasm on her face. "Are you going to make Aria get rid of the baby, or kick her aside and marry me again? Or would you make me your mistress willingly and follow you around silently? Do you think any of these would work? If I really give you this trust you're talking about, I'm afraid that I'll be stoned to

death by thousands of people and criticized by millions for the rest of my life. Everyone will see me as a lowly sl*t. Sorry, but I'm not doing that."

Her eyes were full of disdain, mockery, and contempt; it was enough to make him too ashamed to even look up.

"This..." He opened his mouth but could speak of nothing. He fixed his gaze on her.

She merely laughed with no emotion.

"But, Jenna, don't you want to avenge your father? Come back to me and give me the chance to find out the truth for you. Would you do that?" He pulled on the last thread of hope. This was the thing she had cared most about, there was no reason for her to refuse.

"Of course, my father's death must be investigated and you should give me a satisfactory answer. This would be an exchange for me sleeping with you all these years. Nothing in the world is free, right?" she said in bravado, not at all vague and shy like she had used to be.

Was this still the Jenna he knew?

Sleeping with him? Those words came out of her mouth. He used to tease her with this in the past but it was a joke. He never meant it seriously. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Throughout these years, each time they had embraced each other and spent the night, Hansen would seem playful, sometimes devious as he teased her. However, he poured his heart and true feelings into the relationship. He was sincere and did not fake anything as he held her in his arms. His love for her was genuine and true.

He thought Jenna understood him.

He was wrong.

It turned out that she had always viewed him as a jerk who used her for his pleasure.

Staring blankly into nothingness, his heart was bitter inside out. All the nights they had been together was only for her father's death. Sleeping with him was an exchange for the truth. She had no affection for him.

Were women's hearts so unpredictable? He had given his feelings, his truest feelings, and had deeply fallen for her until he could not live without her.

He stared at her, speechless.

Jenna saw him open his mouth but said no words. He looked helpless and devastated in heartbreak. Her heart began to pain and her stomach became uncomfortable again, churning so badly as if her intestines would pour out of her abdomen. She felt nauseous but she forcefully swallowed her saliva.

The wind howled and the snow became heavier. Snowflakes fell onto her hair and face. At that moment, Hansen noticed that her face was even paler than the snow.

Tears filled her eyes but she bit her lips tightly to keep them from escaping.

All of her principles, her resolve, and her reserved demeanor cracked and shattered at that instant. Tears glided across her face, coming into contact with the snow.

She covered her mouth and forced the nauseating feeling down. Her stomach began to ache and she grimaced.

"Don't come find me anymore. For the sake of my father's death, I will go back. Of course, I’ll definitely not return to Collier Manor. There is nothing that I want there. I will go back to Richards Manor. I will not let those wicked murderers, those murderers who killed my father, get away with this," she mustered all her strength that was left and spoke. Her stomach was hurting so badly that

she had a painful expression on her face. She gagged suddenly and she covered her mouth tight immediately.

"Jenna, are you sick?" Hansen asked anxiously as he looked at her terrible expression.

She stopped looking at him, turned around and ran toward the door frantically.

His heart was combusting. Seeing that she was about to trip, he hurriedly rushed over to hold her.

Despite so, she brushed his hand off harshly and looked at him with resentment in her eyes. After that, she rushed into the villa but before she could rush into the bathroom, she vomited in the nearby trash can. She threw up so horribly that she was gasping for air.

When Jenna saw Hansen, she would think of Aria, that despicable woman. She wanted to gag at the thought. It was absolutely disgusting!