Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 207

"You b*stard, you actually tricked me!" Jenna was furious and said fiercely, "I wish for nothing more than you to be dead. How would I even do that? I was just hungry and I came down to find something to eat. I thought you were someone else, that's why I covered you with the blanket."

When she said this, she felt extremely wronged and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Is that true?" Hansen observed her, not believing her words. After a while, he smiled again. "Jenna, stop lying. There's only one man in this house, you must've known it was me. You can't hide anything from me."

He leaned down, about to kiss her. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Jenna blocked his lips with her hands. She was blushing but fortunately, the lights were dim and he could not see it.

She had been determined to slowly forget him.

She was disappointed in herself. When she saw Hansen on the sofa like that, she took pity on him and covered him with the blanket.

A single action was enough to make him misunderstand.

She was too pathetic. How could she do such a pathetic thing!

"Stop dreaming. I feel disgusted just looking at a playboy like you. How could I be so kind? Don't get ahead of yourself," she sneered and insulted him.

"Jenna, are you really so cruel? Did you really wish I were dead?" His face darkened. He looked down at her angered, reddened face, her eyes filled with sad tears. His confidence disappeared and hurt replaced the glee in his eyes as he asked softly.

"Yes, that's what I sincerely want," she responded and bit her lips. "That's what you get for tricking me."

"Trick you? Me?" he was shocked and cried out. She was the one who woke him up when she came close to him. He was always a light sleeper.

Frederic dragged him to a late dinner that day and he returned home after having a drink or two. He wanted to go up to the second floor but was stopped by the two guards, therefore he simply laid on the sofa and fell asleep. After that, he was stirred awake when he felt the blanket on him. At that moment, he caught Jenna's faint body scent. Excited, he grabbed her and refused to let go.

In fact, he really did fall asleep. It wasn't a lie.

At this instant, she was saying that he had planned this on purpose.

She was really sensitive and unpredictable indeed!

He moved closer to her face. He stared into her eyes and said seriously, "Jenna, I have never lied to you. I was, and am sincere about everything but you won't believe me."

He was sincere? Who would believe in him!

He was clearly pretending to be asleep, trying to gain her sympathy. She was a fool to fall for that lie. Jenna thought to herself.

"Let go of me," She did not want to argue with him and said coldly, "Whether you did it on purpose or not, I don't care. I have nothing more to say to you."

She did not want to be seen with him in this way and just wished to leave quickly.

"I won't." HOe began to act as he pleased. "You came to the ground floor, to me on your own. I won't miss such a good opportunity. It's not my fault as I didn't sneak into the second floor."

He looked absolutely shameless and unreasonable. Jenna was finally in his arms; he would never let her go!

"You..." Jenna was exasperated. Sure enough, this man was a rascal; he knew no shame at all. She stretched out her hands and pushed him hard.

Hansen had a light chuckle. He grabbed her hand, rubbed it gently, and put it next to his lips to take in her scent.

Her hands were silky soft. He savored the feeling of them, and her body under him was warm and pliant. It felt great. All the desires he used to hold back succumbed to the surface.

"Jenna, don't move. I miss you and I want you." He lowered his head and blew in her ears. His burning lips began to press on her neck and his hands slid to her bosom.

How many days had he not touched her? The burning urge and longing for her roiled inside him.

He had missed her, had wanted her, and he was crazy about it.

He craved for their bodies to melt together, to once again reunite.

However, the woman under him had made up her mind to never let him touch her again. Her eyes were full of wrath, looking like she wanted to murder him. Being stared like this, any feelings would have extinguished but he still continued. She belonged to him; she could only belong to him in this life. He was infatuated with her body, and most of all, he wanted to have her heart back.

He wanted her to love him. He did not want to let her go, ever.

"Let go of me." Hansen kissed her passionately and tore open her clothes. His warm hands gripped her bosom and he panted heavily. Jenna panicked, knowing that he could not think straight this instant. She was pregnant; how could she withstand this?

Not to mention, they were in the living room.

"If you don't let go, I'm going to shout." She figured that as long as she shrieked loudly, not only the guards but everyone on this floor would wake up. Even if Hansen was tempted to have her, he would not be so dumb to do it here!

Sure enough, he stopped and raised his head.

"Jenna, if you want an audience, you may shout all you like. I don't care even if everyone sees us," he said, staring into her eyes with intent.

"Hansen Richards, you're not human; you're not a man. You know nothing but to toy with women and force yourself on us. If something happens to me, I won't let you get away with this if something happens to me." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed in a low voice.

What did she mean?

Hansen was dumbstruck by her words. The look in her eyes had anxiety and terror, even a hint of resentment. What on earth was she afraid of?

He instantly froze.

"Let me go, you b*stard." She then pushed him away with all her might.

"Jenna, what are you thinking about? I just miss you; I just want to love you. I have no bad intentions." He held her hand as her tears made his heart ache.

She resisted him so much that his desires died down. He was even more shocked when he saw her unyielding expression. It was like he was the big, bad wolf who wanted to gobble her up. His heart grew cold.

"Jenna, don't cry. I won't touch you." He let go, pulled her in his arms, and coaxed, "Let me sleep with you on the second floor. I will be with you just like we used to, okay? I promise to listen to you and I won't do anything to you. I'm worried about you sleeping alone."

"No." Jenna was choking in tears. She refused without hesitation.

"I just want to stay by your side, I don't want you to be lonely. I won't do anything, really, trust me. I'll never go against your wishes," he promised and swore.

As if she would believe him!

How could Jenna believe his nonsense? She said coldly, "No."

Even if she wasn't pregnant at the moment, she still wouldn't agree to it. She has gone too far to give up again.

She struggled to get out of his arms.

"Don't go, Jenna, let me accompany you for a while more." He hugged her tightly. As long as she was not in his arms for a day, he would miss her like crazy and felt nothing but emptiness. Once she goes back to the second floor, it would be difficult to have such an opportunity again. He really could not bear to let her leave.

"Let go of me. I'm hungry, I'm going to eat.'¹ Jenna was finally relieved as he stayed still and did nothing. Despite that, she was unable to get out of his grip.

At her words, Hansen remembered the heaviness in his heart. He had heard her saying that she was hungry but got carried away by his feelings. Now that she mentioned it again, his heart sank.

Could it be that they did not give her food in the past few days when he was away, therefore she had to sneak down in the middle of the night to find something to eat?

Just by thinking about it, anger flashed across his eyes.

"Jenna, did they not give you food? Not even the chicken soup I asked Aunt Ella to make for you every day?" he asked in fury.

Chicken soup? She was stunned. No wonder Aunt Ella made all kinds of delicious and healthy food for her. Of course, there was chicken soup every day. It turned out that Hansen was the one who gave the orders.

She understood why she had been given such luxury these days. It turned out to be Hansen's favor.

However, she was barely moved by his act.

"No, Aunt Ella does it every day." Although her tone was unpleasant, she did not resist anymore. She only lowered her head and answered in a civil manner.

"Oh." He breathed a sigh of relief but asked puzzledly, "Then, why are you still hungry? Was it not enough? I'll tell her to add some more tomorrow."

"No, that's not it. I just don't like it," she felt that her temper and anger were all gone, and replied in a fluster.

He caught the glimpse of panic in her eyes and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. This woman did not even dare to say anything about her meals. This was probably the reason people in Richards Manor could treat her so badly. Guilt and heartache crept up in his heart.

"Then, what do you want to eat? Tell me, I'll let them cook for you," he whispered as he picked her up and rose from the sofa. "Let's go, I'll take you outside to eat."

He held her firmly with both arms and was about to walk outside.

"No, I don't want to," Jenna was afraid of waking up the others and she declined in a low voice.

He would not listen. He carried her, took the lacquered black fleece next to the sofa, and wrapped her up in it before heading outside.

As soon as they were outside, the cold wind hit Jenna's neck, so cold that she tucked straight into his arms. Hansen failed to resist a smile on his face.

At this late hour, all their drivers have gone off work. There was only one left on duty. He made a call to Butler Maud. Not long later, a car drove in.