Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 208

"Put me down, I want to go back. I don't want to go out to eat." Jenna only had a coat on her and she did not dare to get into a struggle with him for fear of revealing her pajamas. She merely complained in his arms. It was so late and so cold; she did not want to go outside. She just wanted to go back to her bedroom.

"No," Hansen interrupted her flatly. He was decisive. "You have to eat out. Look at your face, it's like a starving beggar on the streets. People might think that the Richards family had abused you."

The driver had brought the jeep out of the underground parking lot. Hansen gave her no chance for objection and he picked her up, getting into the car.

He just would not put himself in other people's shoes, Jenna thought. It was so late, yet he still ordered Butler Maud and the driver to work for him. He was really inconsiderate of his servants.

Hansen settled her on the soft bed in the back row, where the heaters were turned on. It was very warm.

He went into the driver's seat and started the car.

They then head towards the most luxurious hotel in A city.

"I don't want to eat anymore. I'm not going out wearing pajamas," Jenna resisted, pouting her lips.

Her lips were shiny red and looked full from the kiss they had a while ago on the sofa, leaving Hansen absolutely smitten. He looked at the rearview mirror and smiled. "What's there to be afraid of? Anyone who dares to gossip about my woman will be done for. Besides, you don't have to take care of how you look in front of others. You're already mine; are you trying to seduce other men? Well, you can forget about that. As long as I'm alive, no one will be able to lay their fingers on you. All you have to do is stay with me from now on."

Hansen said half-jokingly and half-seriously as if he could dictate everything about her.

Jenna sighed and cursed herself forgoing downstairs that night. She could not lose herself to him and his gentle, sweet words. She could not do this.

It was midnight and there were not many guests. When Hansen carried Jenna in his embrace to their private room, not many had seen them.

There was nothing strange about young, passionate couples hugging each other, let alone be criticized by others.

However, she noticed a few waitresses casting eyes at her, most of them were full of envy.

"How about steak?" Hansen asked.

"No, it's too meaty." She shook her head.

"Salmon?"

"No, it's too fishy."

"What about creamy chicken soup with dumplings?"

"No, it's too greasy."

After more than a dozen expensive dishes being disapproved by Jenna, Hansen grew a little agitated. He asked the waiter, "Whatever signature dishes you have, I'll have them all."

"Sir, it's almost midnight. These are the only dishes available," the waiter answered softly with a professional smile.

"Is there any more sour radish?" Jenna asked as she stared at a small dish on the table. She took it piece by piece with her fingers and finished the dish in no time, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Yes, yes, there is." The waiter nodded quickly.

"Then bring a few more of these." She drank a sip of water whenever she ate a piece of sour radish. Hansen frowned at the sight. This woman was unbelievable. He had brought her to such a high- class hotel but she asked for the side dishes instead!

"Stop eating these, they're unhealthy. Look at your face, there no glow on your skin. Can't you have some nutritious food?" He reached out and snatched the two dishes from her. Frowning slightly, he spoke in dissatisfaction.

"No, I want it." Jenna grabbed another on the table and ate it hurriedly. Hansen could not stop her, herefore he just let her be.

After the main courses were delivered, Jenna only took a few bites of the dishes no matter how much Hansen persuaded her. He sighed in distress.

Seeing that it was late, he carried her out to the jeep after their meal.

Soon after he started the car, he heard Jenna in the back murmuring, "I want plums and peaches."

"Okay," he promised right away. After making a U-turn, he drove towards a grocer.

The fruits were common in the city and easily available. However, most of the shops were closed at midnight. They finally found a small grocery shop after plenty of driving around. When Hansen turned his head to check on Jenna, he saw her sleeping soundly at the back of the car.

Shaking his head, he got out of the car alone and bought the remaining fruits in the store, putting them in the trunk. The fruits were not as appealing as he liked, since the fresh ones were sold off

during the day. Nonetheless, it was in the middle of the night. He could not expect the remaining ones to be good. Maybe Jenna would not want to eat them when she woke up, then he would buy some fresh ones the next day.

He realized that she was not only acting strange recently but often, she ate food that she usually would not eat. All her favorite foods did not catch her eye anymore.

Suddenly, he thought of himself.

She had probably loved him in the past. What about at present? Would she push him away like how she dismissed her favorite foods?

His heart grew heavy and bitter.

Despite that, he made up his mind.

As long as he was sincere, as long as his love was real, he was confident that he could touch her heart.

Early in the morning, Jenna was sleeping drowsily until she felt a hand on her chest. The palm was warm and it felt quite comfortable. Flipping to one side, she felt a wall. She touched the wall and felt muscles and bones!

When she opened her eyes, she gasped as she saw Hansen's handsome and charming face right in front of her.

He was sleeping soundly with a content smile on his face.

Where was she?

A single look told her that she was in her bedroom on the second floor.

D*mn it.

He merely brought her out for a few slices of sour radish and this happened?

Did she let him in just like this? Unbelievable!

She sat up in a huff, her eyebrows knitted together, and her eyes were wide open.

"Hansen Richards, get up."

"What is it?" Hansen was awakened by Jenna. With his eyes shut tightly, he yawned before asking lazily.

"Get up and get out of here. Who let you sleep here?" she questioned in rage.

"You're loud, would you stop? Just let me sleep for a while, I've been so tired these days!" he did not think much and simply muttered.

He had been tired these days? She sneered. No wonder he did not harass her these couple of days. Was he playing around with other women every night? Or perhaps, he was tired from spending the nights with Aria!

"No, get up and get out!" she yelled with a firm tone.

Despite that, he laid on the bed like a corpse. It was impossible for him to get up, let alone leaving the bedroom.

Jenna got anxious and hit him on the chest.

Even so, she failed to cause any harm as Hansen gripped both her wrists without any effort. She was then pulled onto his chest.

Hansen held her waist with both his hands and opened his eyes. A smirk formed on his face as he teased, "Are you testing my patience such early in the morning? You know I can't resist you."

"You... rascal." He wrapped his hands around her waist. She could not move and panicked, embarrassed under his firm grip. It would be risky if this continued.

It took so much of her effort to achieve peace in her personal space. She was worried that all the hard work would be gone upon his intrusion. "If you don't leave, I'll call the guards." The rims of her eyes reddened and her face was full of anger. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"Jenna, please stop this, okay?" Hansen looked at her face. It was pale; she looked frail and weak in agitation. His heart clenched and he stopped teasing her. His tone softened as he spoke to her, "Jenna, why are you getting all worked up? We came back really late last night, thus I sent you back here. Let's not act so distant from each other. Honey, have a good rest with me."

While speaking, he turned aside and took Jenna into his embrace. He then proceeded to cover them both with the quilt before shutting his eyes to sleep.

"You have to leave." She did not listen to him at all. Instead, she pushed him with full determination. She accidentally fell into his trap and let him have his way the night before. He was even in her bed at this moment. If this went on, everything would be in vain. She ordered, "If you don't, I'll shout for my guards and throw you out of here."

She gritted her teeth and spoke, about to shout.

"You, do you have to do this?" Hansen turned over and suddenly pressed on her body. He threatened her, "If you want to scream and give me a hard time, I'll want you right now. You can ask them to throw me out and we'll be kicked out together. As long as you won't be embarrassed by this, what am I afraid of?"

He slid his hands into her clothes, once again invading the territory on her bosom while he sealed her words with his lips. His hands were roaming all across her skin.

Jenna was furious as she struggled desperately. It was early in the morning and she was feeling very uncomfortable with her stomach. She was raging at Hansen. Just as he released her hands, she immediately took the chance to scratch him fiercely.

She did not know where she had scratched him. She only heard a cry and she was released from his hold as he fell onto the bed.

When Jenna looked at him, she saw a few bloody scratches on his right cheek extending all the way down his neck. He was 'lucky' this day!

"You! Are you trying to murder your husband? Did you have to do that?" He felt a burning sensation on half of his face. He cupped it with one hand and cried out.

"You deserved it for being a jerk," Jenna blurted, glancing at the bloody marks on his face. He looked like a mess and she was very much pleased.

"You are really cruel," he remarked through gritted teeth.

She turned around and got up. After putting on some clothes, she stood beside the bed with one finger pointing at the door before saying coldly, "Get out, and you shall never come in again. Otherwise, the consequences will be worse than this."

Hansen looked up and saw the anger in her eyes. It was obviously directed toward him. Chills ran down his spine. Why was such a gentle and frail woman so cold?

Even if they were divorced, did she not have any feelings for him? The night before, he came back late at night just so he could get her something to eat. Currently, the tables have turned and she had

completely changed. She even clawed at his face until they saw blood. How could he go out with a face like this?

He groaned.

"Get out, get out of here now," Jenna insisted and gave the final word again.

Hansen did not dare to anger her further. He eventually got up and put on his clothes before fleeing away.