Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 15

Hansen scanned the still extravagantly decorated wedding room with his dark and strangely lightless eyes.

He was married to Jenna for four years, but she only lived in the Richards Manor for one. She fled to America for the remainder of the marriage.

She stayed in this room for the entire year she spent in the manor, but he never stepped into it again after their wedding night.

His mind flashed back to the night they got married. He entered the room in his drunken stupor and ravaged her body without restraint out of vengefulness and hatred. The memory from that night had been subconsciously burned into the back of his head this whole time.

That amorous night had taken root in his subconscious mind. If that weren't the case, he wouldn't have asked Jenna to spend another night with him when she reappeared before him after three whole years.

He felt as if someone was seductively caressing the desire in his heart, causing a rush of blood through his body. He collapsed onto the soft bedding that was imported from Italy, and held his forehead as countless thoughts raced through his mind.

When he looked up again, he saw that his handsome face looked flushed in the large dressing room mirror. Feeling frustrated, he unbuttoned his shirt but suddenly widened his eyes at a certain realization. Right below his neck, his chest was covered in crimson red. He touched the sticky liquid with his hand and knew that it was blood.

He frantically took off his clothes and stood in front of the mirror. His muscular and fair-skinned upper body was covered in frightening blood red streaks. A pale and fragile face appeared in his mind, with blood dripping from her delicate fingers. He felt as if sharp claws were digging into the flesh of his heart. She got the blood on him when she was struggling underneath him inside the car a few hours ago.

He originally intended to take her to the hospital and dress the bloody wound on her palm, but he was inexplicably taken over by his sudden burst of rage and desire!

He sprang up and rushed out the door.

His mighty Hummer rumbled and growled, crushing Hansen's heart under its wheels.

He started the car and rushed outside. He visited several hospitals in a row, yet failed to find Jenna.

He wandered around the streets in his impressive refitted Hummer, turning more than a few heads.

God d*mn it, is her hand okay? Is she already home?

With a heavy heart, he drove aimlessly through the streets and alleys. He hoped to see her pretty and delicate figure, but the thought made him smile bitterly. He couldn't understand what he was doing.

A deep and quiet river surged across A City. In a dark and hidden corner, a breeze blew past drooping willows and brought a little bit of coolness.

Jenna sat gloomily with her arms around her knees, and her eyes looked like dead ash.

A collection of beer bottles laid silently around her feet.

It was only in this quiet corner that she could take off her disguise, show her real self, and lick her wounds.

A few hours ago, she came to the hospital alone. She went through the busy procedures of getting her wounds cleaned, medicated, and being put on a drip.

There were glass shards in every inch of the wound, some of them were broken and rubbed in when Hansen grabbed her hand. Each piece of glass dug into the flesh, and the excruciating pain ate into her heart and bones.

It took the doctor three whole hours to clean it up. She clenched her teeth and didn't even make a sound.

After finishing the drip, she looked at her bandaged hand, but was too scared to go home because she didn't want her mother to worry.

Her mother was far stronger than she imagined. After learning about her father's tragedy, she did not cry nor curse the world. She simply slept with Jenna's father's urn for seven days and nights, then she never brought him up ever again.

Jenna brought a dozen cans of beer with her to the river bank. It was the dead of night, no one was around except for a few couples.

She sat in the same position for god knows how long before her whole body became numb.

When she was still in A City years ago, she would also come to this familiar river and sit quietly when she was going through a hard time.

She opened a can of beer and raised her head to drink.

She was always sober, but not today!

She couldn't relieve her heartache and misery! The palm of her hand was burning like fire. She needed to drink away her sorrows and numb her senses so that she won't feel the pain anymore.

An entire bottle of beer quickly landed in her stomach. It wasn't very strong alcohol, but since Jenna was straight edged, she was quickly flushed and began feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

She laughed, swung her arm, and threw the beer can in her hand towards the river.

Her nerves were relaxed and her heart felt so much better!