Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 210



Chapter 210

"Jenna, did you hear that?" Sara saw her daughter sitting in a daze, not even giving her a short answer, and grew anxious. She raised her voice and asked again.

Jenna flinched from the sudden question and saw Hansen staring at her with a smirk on his face. She immediately understood what he meant by this arrangement. She had to smile bitterly and agreed with her mother.

"Morn, don't worry, I understand."

Sara sensed that Jenna's promise was unconvincing and was a little dissatisfied. Jenna really did not know to gain people's favor. The least she could do was to be more enthusiastic in front of her husband to win his heart. She sighed in her heart and shot a disappointed look at her.

"Do you hear that? Please take good care of my father from now on," Hansen nodded and whispered to her ear.

Jenna rolled her eyes at him and Hansen chuckled.

"Oh, Hansen, what happened to your right face?" Sara gasped when she saw the scratch marks on his face.

Hansen was taken aback and hurriedly covered his face with his hand. Then, he smiled and explained, "Morn, do you mean this? I was scratched by a stray kitten last night. I'm okay."

"Oh dear, why are you so careless? Have you gone to the doctor? It will be troublesome if the scratch causes an infection. You have to clean it well," Sara asked with concern in her eyes.

"It's okay, I've been to a doctor. It'll be fine in two days," he replied with a polite smile. "The kitten was ferocious last night as it's got some attitude, thus it scratched me quite badly."

He blabbered about the situation in exaggeration. Jenna's face was flushed red with anger.

This b*stard. His mouth was running wild, just one step to accusing her directly.

His leg was beside hers, therefore she secretly stretched out her hand and pinched him hard.

Hansen yelped, his face contorted in pain as he bent forward.

"Hansen, what's wrong? Does it still hurt? It's best you go and get some painkillers from the doctor," Sara said with concern when she saw his painful expression.

"It's okay. I'll teach that kitten a lesson tomorrow. Morn, you have a good rest, I still have something to talk to Jenna about." He beamed while clenching his teeth, making Sara laugh, amused at the situation.

"Okay." Sara smiled. "You are very busy, you mustn't always put work aside. Don't worry, Jenna will take care of your father. Before that, I still have something to say to Jenna. I'll let her go find you after." "Sure, I'll wait for her outside." He nodded, glancing at Jenna before going out.

"Jenna, tell me, did you fight with Hansen?" Sara asked with a serious face as soon as Hansen left.

"Morn, there's no such thing.¹' Jenna cried for innocence, "Everything's fine, we're doing good."

Jenna quickly offered an explanation in order to dispel her mother's worries. She did not want her mother to know about what was going on.

"Nonsense, you're lying again. I'm your mother, I know when you lie to me." Sara's face darkened. She feigned anger and reprimanded Jenna.

"Morn, I'm not lying." Jenna was speechless. Hansen, this b*stard! He had completely managed to get her mother on his side!

"Jenna, I've been through the same thing, why wouldn't I know?" Sara sighed as tears filled her eyes. "Don't think I won't know that you're definitely the one who scratched Hansen's face. You should be gentle and considerate, not fight with your husband. It's not good for others to see. Besides, Hansen is also a well-known figure. With his face like this, how can he go out and meet people? All men have their ego and dignity after all. If your mother-in-law sees this, she'll hold a grudge against you too. You should never act like this again."

Sara advised her sternly.

During these days, Hansen came to visit her every day. On the contrary, Jenna did not visit that often. Looking at the efforts Hansen put into taking care of her, Sara guessed that he was trying to please her so that she could get Jenna to accept him.

Young couples usually fought over small things. As long as it was not a matter of principle, it was fine. Furthermore, Hansen was trying to please her, which showed that he loved her daughter. Jenna had the higher ground. Therefore, despite the worries, she felt happy for Jenna.

Looking at Hansen's face that day, it was obvious that they had not made up. Since they were both there, she tried to persuade Jenna to forgive her husband. It was better for women to be gentle.

Jenna was dumbfounded by Sara’s words. How could she tell her, let alone reveal the truth? She did not want to worry her, hence she immediately replied, "Morn, I understand. There is really nothing between us, we're fine. It's not what you think it is and I know the line. Don't worry."

"If there's no problem, then it's good." Jenna did not look like she was lying and Sara felt relieved. She then took Jenna's hand and said, "Jenna, don't be annoyed at my nagging. I just want the best for you. I only have you. I'll be happy if you're happy. Everything else is not important, do you understand?"

Tears welled up in Jenna's eyes. She nodded, stepped forward, and hugged Sara as she choked. "Morn, I know. Don't worry, I will live well. Please get better yourself too. Otherwise, I won’t be happy either."

"Okay, I will," Sara replied with adoration. A smile appeared on her face and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Jenna hurriedly wiped away the tears from Sara's face. It would not be good for her mother to be sad whilst in recovery, thus she forced a smile on her face and comforted, "Morn, take care. When you're fully recovered, I'll bring you out for a trip. I have to go now."

"Okay, okay," Sara promised, her face no longer sad.

Jenna quickly slipped out of the room. She could not stay here anymore, otherwise, she would make Sara sad again and it was not worth it.

She bumped into someone as soon as she walked out.

"What are you doing, running into me in a hurry? Do you miss me this much?" Hansen was standing outside when she ran into him. He took the chance to hold her in his embrace and teased her.

"Are you still speaking nonsense with your playboy ways? Would you like your left cheek to be the same as your right?" Jenna broke free of his grasp and threatened him with a deadly glare.

"What did I do this time?" Hansen grunted and threw his hands over his head.

"I should be the one asking this. What are you planning now?" Jenna walked to a secluded place for fear that her mother would hear it. Soon, she turned around to face Hansen whilst gritting her teeth.

"Jenna, do you hate me this much? Look at you, you seem like you just can't wait to murder me." Hansen's lips were slightly pulled up as he said in an entitled manner, "Morn did tell you to take care

of your father-in-law. Hence, from now on, I will hand my father over to you until he recovers."

Hansen was not at all embarrassed or guilty when he said it.

"Why should I?" Jenna rolled her eyes. "Am I your nanny? There are so many servants in the Richards family, just let them take care of him.'¹

Jenna was very angry about Hansen as he did whatever he wanted without consulting her. He moved her mother next to Trevor's ward without her consent and currently, he demanded her to take care of Trevor. He was bossing her around.

"Jenna, you're my wife, why would I treat you as a nanny? I never thought about it that way. I just want you to take care of my father. What's wrong with you taking care of your father-in-law? I don't trust anyone else with this." Hansen wrapped his arms around her shoulder, his tone sincere.

He did not trust anyone else? Jenna narrowed her eyes. What did he mean?

"Jenna, believe me, I have my reasons but I'll have to trouble you for the time being." His bright eyes blinked slightly, they were full of clarity. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"But, not many people in Richards Manor know about my mother's illness. Having my mother next to your father's ward will risk letting people know," Jenna was worried and refused.

"Don't worry, I won't allow anyone here except my mother. My mother is old and it's inconvenient for her to take care of my father at the moment, so please take care of him, alright?" Hansen then added, "My mother will find out about your family's situation sooner or later. We can't keep your father's incident a secret to her forever either, right?"

Jenna lowered her head and said nothing.

"Jenna, remember that for now, you must not let anyone know about my father's recovery, okay?" he suddenly lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

She was shocked and looked up at his black orbs. The light from those eyes was so attractive that she could not bear to tear her gaze off of them.

After a while, she nodded and questioned, "Why?"

He smiled and held her shoulders. "This is the only way to go now, you will understand why soon."

Jenna was silent.

"Alright, I promise you." she looked up and replied with a firm tone after a while. "However, you have to promise me that you'll find out the cause of my dad's death and bring the murderer to justice."

"Okay." Hansen's face suddenly turned solemn. He stayed silent for a while before speaking, "Jenna, I will take you to see Norton now but you have to promise me to stay calm."

His tone was too grave.

A sharp and cold light flashed across Jenna's eyes. She looked at the gloomy sky outside and walked forward alone.

Hansen followed closely behind and said nervously, "Jenna, I'm sorry. I have misunderstood you all this time. It's all our fault; it's the fault of the Richards family. I've been thinking about talking about this with you over these days but you did not want to speak to me. I will take you to him today. I hope you don't get too emotional."

Hansen's concerns were very reasonable. Ever since knowing that Javon's death was Norton's doing, he had been contemplating when to tell Jenna and how she would react after he told her.

After all, Norton was the murderer of her father; could she bear it? He fully understood Vivian's painstaking efforts and worries in the matter.


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