Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 40

"Hansen, I'll say it again. I didn't do anything to hurt you and your father. As for what happened that day, I have no idea. Similarly, for our marriage, it was not my intention as well, It was grandma's order. If you're hurt because of this, I can only apologize. However, you're not the only one who got hurt. What about me?" Jenna said word by word with a cold smile on her lips.

As she was talking about her sad past, she began to cry. Her shoulders trembled, but her eyes were full of stubbornness.

How could she admit to something she had not done? She did not have anything to do with what happened three years ago. She had no idea what had happened at all!

"Okay, okay. It's my bad for bringing it up." Hansen thought of Dr. Brooks' words when he saw that she was stirred, so he nodded repeatedly and said, "Let the past stay in the past. Now, take good care of yourself and eat something."

Hansen was extremely annoyed. He really didn't want to talk about the d*mned past anymore.

He picked up the oatmeal again and said seriously, "From now on, you have to be obedient. Eat something. Tell me, do you want me to feed you or open your mouth by yourself?"

There was no room for negotiation.

Jenna remained silent. Hansen's patience was chafed. He scooped up a spoon and put it into his mouth. When he was about to put it into Jenna's mouth, Jenna said weakly and timely,

"I'll eat it myself."

Hansen smiled in his heart, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a beautiful curve. "Look at you. Even if you're stubborn, you still have to listen to me!" Hansen thought.

"I can handle it." Jenna was very stubborn.

When Hansen saw that she was willing to eat, he was happy and could not help feeling smug. He saw that although it was inconvenient for her to move her right hand, her left hand was fine. He was afraid that she would be emotional, so he went along with her.

He gently held her in his arms, pulled the tray over to the bed, and put the oatmeal on it. Jenna used her left hand to pick up a spoon and ate it. After she was done eating, she was sweating all over.

"Stubborn." Hansen, who was beside her, snorted discontentedly and forced her to drink some soup. Only then was he satisfied.

After the meal, Hansen put the things away. When he turned around, he saw that Jenna was supporting herself to get up, and there was a painful expression on her face. He asked in a hurry, "What are you doing?"

Jenna pouted and ignored him.

"Don't move. Be obedient. Or I'll give you a sponge bath later," Hansen frowned and coaxed her. "I want to go to the bathroom," Jenna blushed and mumbled.

Hansen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud. He stretched out his long legs, came over, and reached out his hands to pick her up.

Jenna lay in his warm arms and was held by him like a porcelain doll. She felt uncomfortable.

She snuggled up in Hansen's arms as if she had no bones. As soon as Hansen touched her body, a long-lost repressed desire slowly rose in his body. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his face turned red.

He gently put her on the ground, held her with one hand, and opened the toilet cover with the other hand. He was about to help her take off her pants. Jenna grabbed him with her left hand, and she was blushing.

"It's better if you leave," she whispered with a red face.

Hansen was stunned and thought of something. With a grin on his face, he whispered in her ear, "Why are you being shy? I'm familiar with every part of you!"

Jenna was shy and anxious, and she rolled her eyes at him.

However, Hansen did not listen to her. He helped her take off her pants and sat her on top of the toilet bowl.

Jenna was blushing and she said angrily, "If you don't go out, I can't pee." "I'll turn around, okay?" Hansen turned his face to the side and smiled.

"No." Jenna answered very seriously, "How pleasant do you think the smell will be?"

"D*mned woman, I'm worried that you might fall down," Hansen snorted in his heart and walked out.

He went to the shower room to fetch a large basin of warm water and placed it in front of the bed. When he heard a noise behind him, he hurriedly turned his head and saw Jenna slowly moving against the wall.

"Don't move. Don't you know how to call for me?" He yelled discontentedly. He walked over and picked her up. Then he walked to the bedside and gently placed her on the bed.

He bent down, lowered his head, and wrung the towel. He stood up and started wiping her body.

"You can't bathe for two days. The wound needs to be kept dry. Hold on," he explained while he wiped her body. Didn't all women prefer being clean? He was also worried that she couldn't bear being dirty.

He wiped her body gently and meticulously, especially when he was near the wound. The action in his hand was as gentle as the spring breeze.

Jenna watched as he carefully and attentively wiped her body. The expression on his face was as if he was cleaning an extremely precious work of art. The light in his eyes was clear. She could not help but feel warm in her heart.

It seemed that he could actually take care of people. He was gentle and considerate, which was really unbelievable. She was secretly surprised. After wiping her body, Hansen went to the shower room to take a shower. Then he came back and forced Jenna to eat some fruit. He sat on the sofa at the side, turned on his laptop, and started working. Soon, he was immersed in his work.

In the early autumn night, it was quiet, warm, and peaceful.

Jenna lay quietly, thinking about what he had said today and the way he gently took care of her. She was lost in thought.

"Even if we can't be husband and wife, we can still be friends." This was what he said. However, could they be friends again? Perhaps that was all he wanted from her.

She made up her mind and stopped thinking about it. Since there would not be an ending, there was no need to think too much.

Her eyelids were gradually getting heavier. She slowly closed her eyes. When she woke up in a daze, she saw lights in the room. There was a burning pain in her back. She groaned in pain and fell asleep again.

When she woke up for a moment, she was still sleeping in his warm arms. He put his big palm behind her and held her so that she would not turn around and press on the wound.

She had never felt so peaceful before, and soon, she fell asleep again.

In the next two days, Hansen really took care of her personally. He made sure that she ate, took the medicine, and drank the bird's nest soup. Jenna had to finish all the food that he had brought for her. Otherwise, he would use his own way to make Jenna eat obediently. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Jenna knew that she couldn't defeat him, so she complied obediently.

The wound gradually turned into a scab, and she was feeling better. She could finally walk on her own.

On the third night, Hansen had something to do. After seeing that she had finished eating, drinking the bird's nest soup and medicine, he forced her to have some fruits. Only then did he leave the ward.

Jenna called home for a bit. After that, she went out for a walk.

Her ward was located in the most luxurious and quietest building in the hospital. It was in the center of the hospital. It was different from the wards, more elegantly decorated.

There were only a few wards on the whole floor, and the patients all stayed in their own room to rest. The corridor was empty, and Jenna did not dare to go far. She was worried that Hansen would be anxious if he did not see her when he came back. Therefore, she only walked along the corridor.

In the long corridor, the windows were open. The air was suffused with the fragrance from magnolias and chrysanthemums.

She breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly.

Soon, she reached the the last ward in the corridor. She thought it was the end, but then, she saw a corridor extending to the right. It was long and there was an extra-large ward at the end of it. She felt a little strange. This section was covered in red carpet. It felt warm and the ward looked extremely high class.

Outside the window in front of the corridor, there was a tall magnolia tree. The tree was tall and thick, and its branches and leaves had extended through the window.

At night, the wind was blowing strong. If the window was accidentally closed, it would crush the flowers on the tree branches.

She smiled, stretched out her hand to push the branches and leaves outside the window, and closed the window quietly. When she turned around, she looked up at this big ward.

The environment here was quiet. Not only the carpet, but even the windows were covered with a warm red color. The lights in the corridor were hazy. It was really a rare great ward.

The curtains of the ward were green. The door to the ward was closed and Jenna could not see the patient staying in it. Whoever stayed in it must be someone rich or high ranking. Jenna felt tired after walking around and decided to walk back to the ward.

"Alas, he has been in a coma for so many years. It's a pity that he could not enjoy his life," a nurse's voice came from behind. Jenna was surprised. Looking at the direction of the voice, she realized that there was a special medical room with nurses in it.

"That's right. It's a waste to have money and power. The most important thing is still to be healthy," another nurse echoed.

Jenna's body suddenly became cold, and a strange sadness rose from the bottom of her heart. She suddenly felt a pain. She clearly knew that they were talking about someone else, and it had

nothing to do with her, but she still felt extremely uncomfortable.

She hurried back to her ward and felt goosebumps on her back, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at her from behind.

"Jenna." While Jenna was fantasizing and feeling uncomfortable, Hannah's voice sounded.

Jenna raised her head and looked into Hannah's eyes.

It was only then that she remembered how Hannah had called and scolded her today. She had already told her that she would come visit her tonight.

She had completely forgotten about this matter. She scratched her head and giggled at her.

"Jenna, you really are a fool. Let me see how serious your injury is." Hannah helped Jenna into the ward with difficulty. Then she ran to close the door of the ward like a gust of wind. Hannah looked at Jenna and said, "Tsk, tsk, look how thin you are. There is only one woman like you in the world who is willing to block a knife for that b*stard."

As Hannah said this, she started lifting Jenna's clothes to see the wound. Jenna had no choice but to listen to her.