Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 104

In the luxurious and majestic nightclub, the ancient Roman and modern styles complemented each other. The black paint on the wall made the nightclub look dark and unpredictable.

Jenna sat at the bar. Her face was red and her eyes were empty, displaying all her vulnerabilities.

When the bartender handed her a cocktail called "Rainbow Light", she did not hesitate and she drank it in one gulp. After three glasses in a row, she had no idea where she was.

All she could think of was the sheets and the hatred in Hansen's eyes. The bitterness in her heart was getting stronger and stronger. It was useless. Even if she was innocent, he would not care about her. He had never trusted her. Even after she revealed the truth, he walked away. He even went to console Aria instead of her.

Who was she to him?

Jenna suddenly felt the effects of the alcohol. She felt a burning sensation in her stomach. She staggered to stand up, and her vision was blurry. She could not differentiate if the people around her were good or bad, or even whether they were men or women. She smiled foolishly and her eyes were full of tears. Her body was so weak that she didn't have any strength at all, and soon she fell down again.

In her world, there was no tomorrow. Her head was filled with her father's death, her mother's illness, and the endless feeling of sadness and loneliness. No one cared about her.

Hansen.

He used her for her talent in designing cars and was only infatuated by her body. He had no genuine feelings for her. Why did she have to fall in love with him? Why did she marry him? If she hadn't done all that, she would probably be much happier right now.

This was her sadness, her life.

"Hansen, you b*stard. You are hypocritical and arrogant. Do you think that I will suck up to you like Aria has? Do you really think that I want to be your wife?" Jenna's mind drifted as she muttered to herself, "Let me tell you, I will not. I've always looked down on you. You used my mother's illness to threaten me, and you always shout at me and you always abuse your power. What kind of man are you? I despise you! Even if you don't love me, I'm pretty sure someone else will!"

"One more round," she gestured and shouted at the bartender. She wanted to drink all her sorrows away.

"Miss, you are drunk," the bartender walked over and said when he realized that Jenna was drunk. He knew that she was not a regular customer here and that she just so happened to pop in for a drink. It was not a good thing for a woman to drink in such a place to relieve her worries, so he kindly reminded her.

"No, I'm not drunk. I'm still sober. Let me tell you, I have a lot of money and I will not shortchange you," she raised her hand, patted the table and cried. Then, she took out a gold card from her pocket. "There is enough money in here to pay for another round."

The bartender shook his head and knew that there was no way to dissuade her. His duty was to not meddle in the guests' business, so he made her another drink as she requested.

"Man, it's hot in here." Jenna, who had never drunk any cocktails prior to this, felt that her body temperature was rising. She pulled at her collar in an attempt to get rid of the heat. She was wearing a conservative outfit that Hansen bought for her, and even her neck was covered. It was really hot. She tore open the clothes at her neck with great force, revealing her elegant neck.

"Wanna bet that after this drink, she's going to pass out?" A man with dark eyes had been staring at her the entire time. He was sitting on a black lacquered wooden chair, and flanking him on either side were two intimidating-looking men. They were staring at Jenna like a wolf eyeing its prey. They had evil smiles on their faces. The bodyguard spoke to the man who was sitting and staring at Jenna with eagle-like eyes.

"This girl looks familiar. She's not bad looking either. I feel like I've seen her somewhere before," the man on the other side said doubtfully and thought for a while.

Brock Moore, the boss of the underworld in A city, was sitting in the middle. He was about 30 years old. There was a long scar on his cold face, and his thick black eyebrows formed a straight line across his forehead. He had a standard square face and dark skin. At this moment, he was touching his chin with his right hand as he stared at Jenna, as if he was thinking about something.

"It's really getting hot in here.1' Jenna ripped open her clothes. Her clothes were so tight that only her clavicle was exposed. Even then, it was elegant. Her snow-white skin was glowing under the light. All of her actions were influenced by the alcohol and she had lost all rational thoughts. The sight of her made all the men at the nightclub turn their heads. They were ready to pounce at any time.

Immediately, a few men approached Jenna, and their eyes were fixed on her chest. They kept staring at her chest and couldn't wait to pounce on her and find out what lay beneath those clothes.

"Miss, is there anything I can do for you? Can I help you forget about the world?" A man held a wine glass as he gently swirled the red wine. His words were very frivolous.

The other man had already reached out and touched her head. He smiled evilly and said, "Miss, it's no fun getting drunk alone. I'll accompany you. I'm sure you'll be very happy."

"Go away and don't touch me."

Jenna felt light-headed and she could not control her movements. She wanted to get rid of the man's hand, but she realized that she did not have any strength when she raised her hand. She was feeling extremely tipsy but she knew that she was not drunk yet. She knew that those men that approached her were not good people and she immediately regretted it. She shouldn't have come to such a place to get drunk.

However, it was too late now. She had lost all sense of control now.

"Miss, this is my strong suit. I'm good at accompanying women like you who want to forget about the world. Come on, finish this first." A man grabbed her hair, raised her head, and placed the glass near Jenna's mouth.

"No, I don't want to drink." She felt extremely lightheaded. She shook her head and murmured.