Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 151

"Hansen, really, I want to take you to see someone tonight. You must go with me," Jenna was eating delicious food while looking up at Hansen's handsome face and she spoke very seriously. Weldon was in a hurry to go back overseas. Before he went back, Hansen had to see him ancd decide on Trevor's surgery.

"I have something to do tonight. Can we meet him tomorrow instead?" Hansen looked at Jenna sincerely, wondering who that person might be. Jenna didn't have many relatives, and her only friend was Hannah Adames. Hansen thought of something he had to do that night and replied.

"But Hansen, it will only take a while. This matter is very important. It should be a happy thing for Uncle Richards too," Jenna said earnestly with her face upright. There was a trace of pleading in her bright eyes.

Dad's business? Hansen's heart skipped a beat. Staring at her, he said suspiciously: "Who has something to do with Dad?"

Jenna saw his suspicion and nervousness. In order not to cause unnecessary misunderstanding, she thought about it and explained how she would invite Weldon who was overseas to treat Trevor. Of course, she went to accompany Trevor every day, but she never mentioned it.

Hansen listened carefully. After hearing it, he raised his head in surprise and looked at Jenna in disbelief.

This woman, she decided on it alone without Hansen's consent. Trevor was his father and it seemed like Jenna still hadn't changed her bad habits. Hansen really didn't know whether to praise or scold her. Hansen raised his hand, tapped her head, and pretended to be annoyed. "Woman, you're still like this. You don't discuss anything with me. Have you not learned enough?"Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jenna lowered her head guiltily and said, "Hansen, I am also not sure. I just want to cure Uncle Richards. Please believe me, I am sincere."

After speaking, Jenna looked at Hansen and there was a bright light in her dark eyes, which instantly illuminated Hansen's heart.

Of course she was sincere. How could Hansen fail to see that?

It would be great if Dad's illness could be cured, but Hansen didn't expect that there was an illness in his dad's brain. It seemed like the fainting that day was also due to this.

"Well, I will try my best to make time to meet you and Dr. Graves tonight." Hansen's heart felt heavy and there was a soft smile on his face. He spoke to Jenna kindly, thinking that this woman was so caring about his father. A trace of warmth flowed from the bottom of Hansen's heart.

"Great." Jenna cheered and the two smiled at each other.

After eating, Hansen took Jenna's hand and walked outside. When the media wanted to take a photo, Hansen didn't even frown, and he even greeted the media. He didn't mind them taking pictures of them eating together. His actions were also high profile, attracting the media's attention and he pulled Jenna along. She was not used to it at first, but eventually, she became more open about it.

"You sit here and wait. I'll bring the car here,"

Hansen pointed to the leather sofa in the hall and said.

The air outside of the hotel was icy cold and snow was falling, while the inside of the hotel was as

warm as spring.

Jenna was a little cold so she nodded and sat down 1n a corner.

The lobby of the hotel was very quiet although people came and went. On one side was a coffee shop, and on the other was a spa and beauty salon. Next to the frant entrance of the hotel was a reservation office and travel agency.

Jenna sat in the corner and took out a travel newspaper and read it.

In less than a minute, Jenna smelled a strong perfume, accompanied by the blatant sound of high heels, which was exceptionally conspicuous in the hall.

Everyone in the hall looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

Jenna also raised her head.

A thin, fashionably dressed woman, wearing an expensive fur coat appeared. Her upper body was draped in a fox fur shawl, and her lower body was in a tight skirt. Leather boots covered her up to her knees and sexy stockings were stretched over her legs. Her wavy curly hair peered out from underneath the shawl. She was sexy and charming.

"Look, it's Aria McAdams!" Someone recognized her and screamed.

Jenna recognized her at a glance.

She was secretly surprised. What was Aria doing here?

"Does she know that Hansen brought me here for a meal?"

Just thinking of this, Jenna felt nervous and uneasy. She didn't want to confront Aria in public.

Aria went to the front desk and said a few words, then picked up the door card, pressed the elevator button, and went upstairs.

Jenna saw the elevator stop on the tenth floor. She mused, wondering what Aria was doing there.

At that moment, Jenna's phone rang. It was Hansen calling.

Jenna answered the phone, hurried out, and got into the car. She headed straight to the hospital.

In Trevor's ward.

It was the first time that Hansen stood in front of his father with Jenna.

Hansen pressed his fingertips tightly against his eyebrows, rubbed them, and his brows furrowed. The dark light in Hansen's eyes was deep and he sighed. Every time he saw his father lying there so pale and weak, his heart would hurt. He hoped that his father would get better.

Hansen used to hate Jenna whenever he saw his father, but now that he had calmed down, he let go of a lot of things and he embraced more peace and stability.

Hansen's hand held Jenna's weak and fragile hand tightly, for fear that Trevor who was lying before them would oppose their relationship.

"Hansen, Weldon said that it is possible that Uncle Richards's illness can be cured, but of course, there are risks in going overseas for surgery," Jenna could not help but comfort Hansen when she saw his heavy face. She didn't like seeing him sad. In her eyes, Hansen was a towering tree, always standing strong.

However, facing his most respected father, even if he was a towering tree, he would look haggard and barren. Jenna sighed secretly in her heart.

It was night time and heavy snow fell.

On the deserted streets, only a few people were seen. There were only a few pedestrians, and they were all rushing home.

In a black Maybach car, Hansen furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the snow fluttering outside the glass window.

In the back row of the RV, John Talbot and the others sat.

"Mr. Richards, Brock Moore will show up at the Hilton Hotel today. I heard that he has an appointment today and booked a presidential suite. It is estimated that he is going to spend a happy night there," John whispered.

Hansen had a deep gaze and said calmly, "This time, we must try to catch him red-handed and get him into the dark room of the cruise ship. I will personally interrogate him."

"Okay." John was fired up. "If he really sent someone to shoot Alvin, I will have to tear his muscles, skin him, and drink his blood. He's so bold that he even dares to lay hands on our people. It seems that if we don't show him any consequences, he won't know how good we are."