Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 82

Jenna was taken aback and immediately froze in her spot. She was bitter and did not want to walk over.

"No." She stood there, looking up at the ceiling with a cold look.

What the h*ll was going on? This woman not only dared to hang up the phone but also dared to defy his order!

"Come. Over. Now." Hansen dragged his tone, sounded more dignified. A slight hint of impatience could be in his voice.

Jenna rolled her eyes at him and had no choice but to take a couple of small steps towards him.

"Hand it over to me." He reached out with an apathetic face.

"What?" Jenna was puzzled and stared at him blankly. What did he want? She had nothing on her except for the bag that she was carrying.

"Your bag," he said as he spat out those two words.

Her bag? Did he really say that he wanted her to hand over her bag? That was her personal belonging. It was her handbag. Why did he want it? Why should she give it to him?

Jenna held her handbag tightly and moved it away from him. She forced a smile on her face and pretended not to understand. "What bag? I'm not carrying a bag." "What?" Jenna was puzzled and stared at him blankly. What did he want? "Hurry up." Jenna could feel his irritation creeping upon him. His eyes were flashing an unfriendly look. He looked up at her, and his eyes were sharp. Jenna could sense the danger in his eyes. She was no stranger to this look. She met those eyes just last night. They were fatal. Although he was in the living room, it was still deadly.

She helplessly took a couple more steps forward and reluctantly handed him the bag.

"Swoosh!" Hansen snatched the bag and poured out all the contents in the handbag: an umbrella, a mobile phone, and a wallet. There was no makeup in the bag. Then, he saw a plastic. When he opened it, he saw a medical report as well as some medicine.

"Did you go to the hospital?" He was a little shocked and looked at her with his deep and bright eyes.

Jenna blushed, and she reached out to grab the bag. Hansen quickly raised his hand and wrapped his other hand around her waist. Jenna fell into his arms. "What happened? Tell me. Why didn't you tell me that you went to the hospital?"

His words were gentle. He looked a little concerned. If it wasn't for his terrible behavior over the past few days, Jenna would have been moved by him. After all, it was so comfortable being in his arms. He gently hugged her, and her small frame fitted perfectly in his arms.

Hansen's face was full of concern, but this was a rare and odd sight to Jenna. She did not believe that he would be compassionate. These days, he kept changing often, which gave her headaches. Many times, she would be convinced by him, but in the blink of an eye, he would become an unreasonable devil, making her feel puzzled.

Therefore, she would not be deceived by his current appearance, nor would she be moved by him. If she did, she would have no backbone!

"My matters are none of your business." She said indifferently with a cold face. When she entered the door just now, he looked like he was angry, but now, he seemed so concerned. Anyone who believed him would be called a fool!

"It seems that you did not learn your lesson last night. It looks like I need to discipline you again." He frowned, his eyes full of displeasure. Sure enough, the little bit of warmth on his face disappeared in an instant. Jenna was not surprised at all. He was a person who turned hostile in a blink of an eye.

He leafed through the medical report in his hands. After browsing through it for a long time, he still couldn't understand.

Jenna took the opportunity to grab the medical report while he was in a daze. She blushed and said, "This is a woman's illness. What do you know?"

"A woman's illness? Why did she visit the doctor? I've never heard her mention it before."

"What's wrong with you?" Hansen was even more curious. Suddenly, he thought of last night and asked in a low voice, "Did I hurt you last night?"

Jenna tore herself away from his arms and silently walked towards the bedroom as tears started to pool in her eyes. She didn't want to explain to him, nor did she want to talk to this disgusting guy. Although she felt much better after taking her medicine, she still felt a little uneasy.

Hansen followed her to the room. When Jenna was about to enter the bathroom, he reached out and blocked the entrance.

"What are you doing?" Jenna couldn't close the door, so she just stared at him in rage.

"Why do you feel uncomfortable? Let me have a look at you." He said seriously.

"It's none of your business. Go away." Jenna blushed furiously. She was frustrated and uncomfortable. She just wanted to go to the bathroom. However, Hansen stood at the door and gazed at her fiercely. She was flooded with rage that she frowned and spoke to him angrily.

Hansen did not miss the look on her face. He knew that she felt discomfort somewhere. When he saw her flushed face and her eyes full of grievance, he thought for a while and let go of the door. Jenna sighed in relief. She closed the door in a hurry and sat on the toilet. She was in misery. She sat there for a long time, but nothing happened. It was getting more and more painful. Then, she suddenly thought of Dr. Jules' advice. She had told her to apply the ointment, and that meant she had to take a shower first.

She endured the discomfort between her legs and walked out of the bathroom. Then, she opened the wardrobe full of all kinds of well-designed pyjamas prepared by Hansen. They were all sexy and revealing. After staring at it for a while, she finally picked a slightly conservative one, and then hurriedly walked to the bathroom. She locked the bathroom door, turned on the shower, and started to wash up.

Hansen was sitting on the couch in the bedroom as he carefully examined the medicine in his hand. He seemed to have figured out something. After a while, he heard the shower being turned off. His eyes darkened as he stood up.

"Ah, why did you come in?" Jenna was wiping her body. When she heard the sound of the door, she was caught off-guard. She saw Hansen's tall figure appear at the door, staring at her with burning eyes. She wrapped herself with a towel frantically. She was fretful that he would go wild like last night. She really couldn't take it anymore, and it was too sore.

There were still drops of water hanging on Jenna's face, and her wet hair was sticking to her forehead. Her fair skin was glowing, which made her look drop-dead gorgeous.

"D*mn woman," Hansen swallowed and forcibly suppressed the desire to take her. He entered the bathroom, turned on the light. Ignoring Jenna's opposition, he picked her up and placed her on the lounge chair in the bathroom.

He took out the ointment carefully and forcibly examined her. He was surprised to find that the place was red and swollen, and her sharp eyebrows instantly wrinkled into a straight line. His eyes were full of pity and uneasiness. His expression was somber, and his eyes were bright. It was not until she saw his relaxed face that she felt relieved.

He took out a cotton ball and squeezed out the ointment to carefully apply it for her. Carefully and gently.

Soon, she felt a cooling and comfortable sensation. The burning pain gradually subsided, and her body and mind began to relax.

After applying the medicine, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Then, he placed her on the bed, took the quilt, and covered her. He whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry for hurting you last night. It looks like an infection. Don't worry about it. I'll be careful next time."

Hansen's voice was gentle and considerate. He seemed genuinely sorry. Jenna thought that it was her mind playing tricks on her. It was as if she was dreaming.

However, the discomfort on her body soon faded away. She looked at him with some perplexity. If he could be as calm as he was on their wedding night three years ago, and had taken the initiative to care for her and love her, maybe there would be no misunderstanding between them. They could be like all newlyweds, having a blissful marriage and living happily ever after.

However, in the end, fate was not on her side. Everything was just a "what if".

She lowered her gaze and was speechless.

"Have a good rest tonight. I'll take you shopping tomorrow. It's Grandma's birthday the day after tomorrow. You have to go to Richards Manor with me. You can't dress like this. Grandma will think that I'm not treating you well." He said with a smile on his face. At this moment, Jenna once again

felt that Hansen was her husband. The light in his deep eyes was bright and natural. It was beautiful, and it also felt perfect.

"Well, are you?" Jenna turned her face and thought bitterly.

Hansen quickly stood up and said, "Jenna, I'll take a bath first, and then we'll go out for dinner."

He walked towards the bathroom. Jenna remembered that she hadn't had dinner yet. The pain in her body had subsided a lot, and she felt hungry. Jenna got up and found a light blue long-sleeved sweater to put on. She was wearing tight jeans, with her hair hanging over her shoulders. She chose not to wear any makeup. Although she did not have any makeup on, one could see that her facial complexion was smooth.

When Hansen came out of the bathroom, he saw Jenna standing in front of the mirror. The soft light reflected on her small face. She combed her hair with one hand and held a hairpin with the other. She rolled up her long sleeves. The tight jeans made her slender legs look elongated. She was as thin as a rail, flexible and charming. Her slender body was stunning.

It seemed like presence lit up the whole bedroom.

His heart throbbed slightly, but there was a hint of displeasure in his heart. How many men would be attracted by such an elegant and beautiful woman walking on the street? He wondered how many men abroad were attracted by her for so many years. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"Let's go," Jenna saw Hansen come out. He wore a cozy cotton sweater and a pair of tight jeans, which made him look slender and dazzling.

Jenna glanced at him briefly and looked away frantically. After all, this guy was wearing the same clothes as she did. They looked like they were wearing matching outfits. If they went out like this, she was sure people would start talking.

"That was quick. Don't women always put on makeup when they go out?" He came over and wrapped his arms around Jenna's waist. His thin lips were slightly upturned, and he looked intimately at her. He remembered that when he took Aria out, she spent hours putting on her makeup, but this woman was her total opposite. She was barefaced.

"I don't like wearing makeup." Jenna said lightly, inwardly talking to herself, "Do you think everyone is Aria McAdams?"

"Oh," Hansen said nonchalantly. He couldn't help but glance at her. The woman's face was delicate and beautiful, her skin was smooth, and her lips were red even without makeup. Even if she didn't wear makeup, she was drop- dead gorgeous. When he thought of their rendezvous last night, he couldn't help but touch her waist. The touch made him trip with guilt.

Jenna's waist was ticklish. She moved and tried to break free from his touch. Unexpectedly, he tightened his grip on her. Her waist fitted perfectly in his grasp. He then guided her out the door.