Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 164

Throughout dinner, Jenna's appetite was poor.

Hansen changed his tastes to get Jenna to eat something, and it became more and more strange. He used to dislike some things, but because Jenna liked to eat them, he changed preferences accordingly.

"Hansen, where are we going?" After eating, Jenna saw that the car was not heading in the direction of Richards Manor, but in an unfamiliar direction. Jenna was surprised and hurriedly asked.

Hansen had a warm smile on his face but he remained silent.

Jenna was startled by the warm smile on his face, and soon realized something. Her face flushed slightly.

The car quickly stopped in front of a luxurious vacation villa.

The hotel staff greeted them immediately.

Hansen opened the car door and walked to the side to help Jenna open the car door. He extended his hand to her.

Jenna gave him her hand.

Hansen took her hand, exerting slightly more force, almost lifting Jenna up.

"Park the car." Hansen took out a few hundred dollars and threw them at the young man who came forward to help park the car. Hansen gently embraced Jenna's thin waist with his right hand, and lovingly embraced her in his arms. They then went straight up in the elevator.

"We won't go home today. We will spend the night here," Hansen whispered softly, hugging Jenna tightly.

Jenna's face blushed slightly. She stuck close to Hansen. Her long eyelashes fluttered and she had a little shy smile making her look bashful.

In the exquisite and luxurious hotel room, Hansen closed the door right after they entered. Hansen's two soft lips covered Jenna's bright and full lips. The atmosphere was as hot as fire.

His lips were like fire, and they moved across every inch of her skin.

The undercurrent in Jenna's body was raging like waves, full of passion, igniting every cell in her body.

She just wanted to release herself and give him the most beautiful things.

They were inseparable in the moment. Since she was in love with him, she must release everything so that he would never leave her. That was the natural possessiveness of human nature.

Jenna began to wrap her arms around Hansen's neck. She pressed against him softly and kissed him passionately. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

After receiving Jenna's response, Hansen was ecstatic. Their kiss deepened, and he clasped her waist tightly.

At that moment, they forgot everything except their passion for each other.

Gradually, getting dissatisfied with just kissing, they began to take off each other's clothes, breathing hard.

Even in the process of undressing, they were lingering with each other, kissing each other deeply, never separating.

Occasionally when their clothes caught something, Hansen would curse "D*mn" in a low voice, wriggle a little helplessly, and then quickly press his lips onto Jenna's lips, sinking deeper and deeper into the sensual pool.

There seemed to be thousands of flames in his body. Hansen felt that he was about to be melted, and if he couldn't release it, he would be burnt to ashes.

Hansen held her tightly, picked her up, and walked towards the bed.

The woman under his body was as soft as a sponge, and she couldn't escape as long as Hansen held onto her.

Jenna's hair was spread out on the snow-white sheets, and her snowy skin was as shiny as a porcelain. However, the porcelain was clustered with red marks, which made his throat dry.

Another kind of inexplicable sadness rose quietly in his heart, and the love which he stored up made his body burn faster.

Hansen led Jenna into another time and space.

Time and space that only belonged to them.

There, they released themselves wholeheartedly. The woman's body has long since turned to water.

And the passion and love of the man vented like a storm.

"Jenna, promise me that no matter what you encounter, you must trust me and believe in my love for you, okay?11 When they both climbed to the deepest part of the clouds, Jenna heard Hansen's

magnetic voice. The voice sounded like it came from a distant cloud in an open space. It sounded like humble begging, and it seemed like there was a touch of pain.

Jenna was in a trance. She felt like she was in a phantom cloud, with colorful lights in front of her. She didn't have the mind to understand the meaning of his words, and she couldn't think of anything. In that situation, she couldn't think about anything at all as Hansen's wet lips looted on her, and soon, they entered a deeper level of love.

That night was quiet and peaceful. Moonlight leaked through the curtains like running water, and the air was full of sweetness like honey, so warm and intoxicating.

It was the best night in the world. Who would be willing to give up such a beautiful day?

Indulge, again and again.

Ask for it, again and again.

It felt like the Love Bridge, which would be disconnected after that night, and nobody knew when their next reunion would be, or it might be the last.

Full of sorrow, yet addictive. One couldn't decide whether to die for it or live for it, and the feeling would linger forever.

The two fell into a deep sleep, and when they woke up, the bed was messy and unsightly.

The night was not long but very short. It was so short that when she opened her eyes, Jenna saw Hansen sitting at the bedside, smoking a cigarette with a lonely expression. He had sunk into the bed.

His eyelashes were dark and dense, hanging low, and they came into contact with Jenna's open black bright eyes. Their eyes met, he froze, and smiled softly. The light in his eyes was as soft as

water.

Jenna stared at him in a daze.

His bright eyes at this time were deeply affectionate and gentle, but deep in the bright eyes, Jenna saw a shocking pain, and her heart throbbed.

"Why are you still smoking?" The smell of smoke made her cough lightly. Jenna got up and snatched the cigarette from his hand. Her expression was dissatisfied, and she asked straightforwardly, "Hansen, you promised me that you won't smoke anymore. Why didn't you keep the promise?"

Jenna was a little angry that Hansen didn't care about his health.

Hansen smiled helplessly, letting her snatch the cigarette and put it out in the ashtray.

Hansen grabbed Jenna into his arms casually and said, "No more next time, okay?"

His voice was so soft, almost humble.

The once-powerful Mr. Richards was so soft in front of her. Jenna's heart was a little warm but inexplicably surprised. A faint sadness poured out. What is going on? Why was this feeling so weird?

Jenna couldn't think of any abnormality. Maybe it happened out of love.

"Hansen, it's about time to work." Jenna picked up her phone and looked at it. It was almost nine o'clock and it was time for her to go to work.

"No, Jenna, I don't have to go to work today," Hansen held her down and said softly. "Jenna, I want to ask you something. Would you agree?"

"What's the matter?" Jenna was a little surprised. This Mr. Richards had something to ask her. Did she hear it wrongly? The inexplicable feeling of uneasiness came into Jenna's heart again.

"Jenna," Hansen put his arms around her shoulders, put a thick coat around her, and whispered in her ear. "Jenna, from today onwards, you will accompany my dad to the United States for surgery and take care of him in my stead. Richards Group will be getting some financial investment projects from overseas in the near future. I'll leave this matter to you, okay?"

Hansen spoke cautiously, and said tenderly, "Jenna, about your mother, I will ask two special caretakers to look after her. Leave the rest to me in A City. Believe me, we won't be separated for long."

Hansen's big hand held Jenna's small hand, and his clear eyes were smiling.

Jenna's heart sank instantly. So were they going to separate?

The thought of separation made her heart hurt.

Jenna looked at him, and she clenched her lips. "Believe me, all this will end soon, and we will have the wedding ceremony." Hansen's eyes were deep and righteous, and he lowered his head and kissed Jenna softly. He said dozingly, "I'll leave my father to you, because only then can I be most assured."

Trust, it turned out to be Hansen's trust in her.

Jenna's heart was relieved, and the sadness of parting was replaced by trust.

Looking at his sincere face, she couldn1 t help but nod.

"Okay, Hansen, I promise you." She buried her head in his chest and said softly.

Hansen had a brilliant smile on his face. He lightly hugged her, and the pain in his eyes flashed away.

"Jenna, you will not be hurt unless you leave A City. Trust me, I can give you an explanation soon." Hansen sighed secretly in his heart.

Knowing that they would not be able to meet for a long time, they were upset and reluctant, but they had to do so in the present situation.

Hansen could use Jennifer to deal with Brock, and then Brock would definitely think of using Jenna to deal with him.

Jenna was the woman in his heart, and the most vulnerable target that others would use. She was his vulnerability. Hansen must protect her, so that she wouldn't get used by other people to threaten him, let alone him exposing Jenna to the risk of getting hurt.

Aria was pregnant. This news was probably her nightmare. How could she bear this news when Jenna was already scarred?

Furthermore, Hansen had a hunch that Earl's family wouldn't let her go easily.

Therefore, Jenna must leave A City temporarily.

This was an imminent matter, and it had been carefully considered by him. As a man, it was his responsibility and his obligation not to allow the woman he loved to be harmed.

Hansen would have no worries if Jenna was safe.

Only when she was safe could he let go of the shackles, let go of everything, and face anything boldly.

Separation was inevitable.

The plane carrying Jenna and Trevor left the runway and rose into the dark sky. When it slowly left A City, Hansen's heart was completely empty.

He watched the plane get smaller and smaller before it disappeared into the dark sky. He stood for a while, and turned his head resolutely.

The winter in A City was particularly cold thay year. It was still noon when heavy snow began to fall, and the plume-like snow fell down all over the sky, bringing bursts of cold to A City.

Hansen walked in the cold wind, and snowflakes fell on his brown coat. The bitter cold wind blew his stiff coat and it flew with the wind, making him look even more unrestrained and handsome.

He calmly walked into Shawn Hall, and the waiter immediately greeted him and led him into Gelsius Garden. Earl's suit and leather shoes looked fresh. His shrewd eyes were covered with an incalculable aura under the refraction of his thick glasses. The whiteness of his eyes were more than the black, giving him a superior aura.

It seemed that anyone who provoked him would die miserably.

The heating in the house was sufficient and it was warm like spring.