Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 196

The fluttering snow stopped falling and the northern winds stopped howling. The hidden sun was almost visible beyond the thin layers of cloud and mist.

Even the air was full of such a warm essence. This was all because of the motivation that the little being in her belly had brought her. Jenna felt that the weather was not as cold anymore.

Quickening her pace, she walked forward.

No matter what, she had seen hope.

There would be mountains after mountains in front of her in the future, and she would be criticized and ridiculed by those haunting stares and rumors. But, all of those will mean nothing. She was the one living her life, she had the choice to ignore those useless accusations thrown at her.

As for Aria, she had absolutely no idea.

They were both women and they were pregnant.

She was reluctant to get rid of the child and insisted on giving birth to him. Aria must have been in the same shoes. Since she had gotten pregnant, Hansen should be responsible. Asking him to marry her was completely justified. Who would have hoped that their child was born without the love and care of its father?

Walking slowly back to Cloud Residence, Jenna looked up and saw a man standing under the tree. He was dressed in a fine black suit and his calculating eyes were shining bright, unable to see through the underneath.

It was Paul!

She stopped in her tracks.

"Hello, Miss Murphy," he greeted her with a faint smile.

She was surprised. What was he doing here?

"Paul, are you looking for me?" she asked in astonishment as she stepped forward with uncertainty.

Paul smiled slightly and nodded. "Yes."

"What's the matter?" An unusual feeling struck her at the moment and she could not help but blurt out the question.

"Miss Murphy, I am here today to suggest that you return to Richards Manor," he spoke with little emotion in his voice.

Richards Manor? Her heart flinched as she heard that.

She had no longer wanted anything to do with Richards Manor, let alone go back there. She felt her heart ache just by hearing the name of the place. However, on the way back from the hospital, her heart had troubles and thoughts tied in a thousand convoluted knots. She pondered for a while before asking calmly, "And the reason is?" Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He shrugged with hands in his pockets and flashed a relaxed smile.

"It's very simple. You have an inheritance right in Richards Group. Just by this, you should go back.

Besides—"

He abruptly stopped and took out a cigarette to light it, inhaling it deeply.

"Besides what?" Jenna's heart was beating faster than normal. She asked hurriedly before he could continue to speak.

"Besides, your father's death has something to do with Norton Richards. It's confirmed from the current investigations. As of now, he has been detained by Jordan for further investigation. However, I reckon he will be bailed out of jail in these two days. If so, there will be no way to progress the case. Although there is nothing you can do, I want to remind you not to depend solely on the police. If they are reliable, you wouldn't have found me in the first place. You can still count on Hansen but he's not in a great place currently. If you want to discover and reveal the truth about your father's case, I suggest you go back to Richards Manor first. You will know why I am telling you this in the future. Some things are very complicated and I can't explain them, you'll just have to see for yourself. Miss Murphy, you're a clever person, I think you'll understand what I mean."

This seemed to make a lot of sense and it was exactly what she intended for. Before her belly got any bigger, she had to avenge her father as soon as possible.

Only in this way could she plan the next step.

"Why are you telling me this? Who sent you here?" she asked calmly. Her mind was going through his words carefully.

Paul gave her an amused smile and replied frankly, "No one asked me to come. I'm limited in my capabilities and I couldn't claim the high rewards you have offered me. However, since I have taken over your case, I have the responsibility to inform and remind you. This is my usual practice. Well, I have said everything that needs to be said. You should figure it out by yourself. I'll go on my way."

After he finished, he turned around without looking at Jenna and swiftly disappeared from her field of view.

She was bewildered, standing blankly in the wind for a long time. Only when she felt her body freezing did she slowly walk into the villa.

Reaching her bedroom, she was tired and drowsy. She fell into a deep sleep immediately.

After another day and night of cracking her brain, Jenna had finally decided on her future path.

She refused to be negative and defensive anymore. Her mind was full of the baby. Sometimes she could not stop smiling and sometimes she would talk to her child while stroking her belly. It seemed that ever since she came back from the hospital, her vomiting had also decreased significantly. Both her body and mind were relaxed.

Perhaps, Paul had been right with his words. Her priority was to avenge her father, then she would think about the rest.

By then, she would leave A city with her mother and the child in her belly. She would leave this sad place forever.

It was apparent that she could no longer stay here. Before anyone could sense that she was pregnant, she must find out about her father's death as soon as possible and then disappear without a word.

After having rested for another two days, the nausea symptoms subsided and Jenna began to pack up berthings.

Hannah's Audi drove into Cloud Residence like the wind. Having parked the car, she brought a few cans of imported milk powder for pregnant women and stepped out of the vehicle.

It was getting late and she was in high spirits that day. It was the holidays, a day to celebrate, hence she came back early, bringing a lot of things to spend this occasion with Jenna.

She was humming to a tune, about to walk toward the gate with her handful of things. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a dark figure standing nearby. The figure was tall and lean, and from one look she knew it was a man. He stood silently, looking in the direction of a bedroom on the upper floor of her house.

She knitted her brows.

Which man had dared to come and stand outside her house? And to be peeking at the bedroom, such a pervert!

What was he up to?

She was never afraid of anything. She had her ways to get rid of anyone she wished even if she was facing terrorists, so to speak. Dealing with an ordinary man was a piece of cake.

She raised her head high before walking toward the dark figure.

When she got closer, she found that he was standing upright, staring at the window of the bedroom without even noticing her approaching.

He had a woeful gaze and his expression was rigid. The snow piling on the trees fell on his coat, white apparent against the dull black of his outfit. He stood there like a statue in the night.

The small clouds of warm vapor exiting from the nose was the sole indicator that the man was alive.

D*mn it.

It was that scumbag, Hansen Richards again!

Hannah growled. The scenes of Jenna being so painful and uncomfortable throwing up every day flashed across her mind. She had cursed him hundreds and thousands of times in her heart and her anger towards him had reached her limits. At this point, her eyes were burning with rage that she could burn him to ashes on the spot.

This b*stard actually dared to stand dubiously in front of her house! Inwardly, she screamed at him for being a dirty stud and to go to h*lI.

"Hey, who allowed you to stand here in front of my house?" She put her bags of things on the ground, arms akimbo, and yelled at him with insults, "You b*stard, why are you here? Are you trying to break in or peek in? Let me tell you that I'm not in the least bit interested in sc*mbags like you. Leave now or I will call the police."

Her anger flooded the air around the house. Hansen was still staring at the bedroom window in a daze before he was startled by her roar. Shaking off his thoughts, he saw her big eyes glaring at him with hatred. She looked like she could not wait to kill him right then and there. She was not a figure not to be messed with!

He sighed and a rare, apologetic smile appeared on his face.

"Hello, Hannah." He gave a friendly smile.

"Humph," she snorted and kept a stern face, not showing him any courtesy at all.

"Spit it out, what are you doing standing here?" she questioned him coldly.

Hansen just smiled bitterly.

Hannah was Jenna's friend and she was one he did not dare to act up in front of. It was not that he was afraid of her but he had never forgotten about her genuine friendship with Jenna. She was there for Jenna when he was not, protecting and taking care of her. It was not easy to have such a good friend these days. He truly respected her and therefore he was especially polite towards her.

"Hannah, I don’t mean any harm. Please believe me,” he explained with a friendly smile. "Actually, I- 1 just want to see if she’s doing fine?"

"Oh, is that so? I have to thank you for your concern on behalf of Jenna then," she taunted with a sneer on her face. "Come on, cut the fake stuff. Don’t call me Hannah. My name is not something a sc*mbag like you can simply speak with that dirty mouth of yours. I’m not Jenna, I won’t care about

all your sweet talk. Please, do call me Miss Adames in the future; get this in your head. Also, you don’t deserve to ask about her at all, you don’t even deserve to care about her. If you still want to save the pathetic bit of your dignity that's left, then leave. Otherwise, I will call the police. On second thought, I might as well call the media to spread some exciting news. 'Mr. Richards having a secret fetish of peeking women through their homes.' Or 'Mr. Richards harassing women and being a d*ck, refusing to leave a woman's house'. I don't think you would ignore these, would you?" Hannah laughed and took out her phone to make calls.

Hansen could no longer maintain his pleasant expressions; he was completely knocked down by her insults. He understood that she had no good impression of him. She had witnessed how he treated Jenna these years. He admired her for standing up for Jenna and respected her for her loyalty to their friendship. He would never be genuinely offended by her.

"Miss Adames, may I ask if Jenna is alright at the moment? She was unwell for the past few days. Is she getting better these days?" he asked sincerely as he looked at her with guilt and expectation in his eyes.

Hannah was taken aback.

He knew that Jenna was sick. Did he find out she was pregnant? Her eyes darted around before she lifted her chin up to meet his gaze. With a cold expression, she asked, "Did you know that she wasn't feeling well?"

Had Jenna yet recovered? Hansen wondered. Hannah's question caused his heart to jolt. That day, he had seen her vomiting several times.

"Yes, I saw her throwing up that day. I was going to take her to the hospital but she refused and insisted to come to you," he explained nervously.

"That's all?" She narrowed her eyes and spoke in a tone of distrust, observing him.

He was perplexed under her stares and grew increasingly anxious. "Miss Adames, is she alright? Did she go to the doctor?"

D*mn it! It turned out to be like this.

This jerk really did not know about Jenna's pregnancy!