Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 186

Jenna laid on the soft seat, unable to muster any strength. Her eyes were laden with exhaustion while her face was frighteningly pale. Her messy hair was splayed over her face, yet it was not enough to hide her despair and melancholy; they were clearly visible.

Hansen stayed silent the whole time.

He could feel her pain and sadness; his agony no lesser than hers. In fact, it hurt him a lot more than what she was experiencing at that moment.

He swallowed down the pain and organized the thoughts in his head.

Earl had forced him to give an exact wedding date.

Despite that, he was Hansen Richards. He was no prey to other people. It was impossible to expect that he would give in to their pressure!

He only needed Jenna to trust him. Only with her faith in him would he have the courage to fight back.

The light in his eyes flashed.

If they would not accept what fate had in plan for them, they would have to fight out of it themselves. No one could help them at present, not even Vivian.

However, Jenna did not have the same thing in mind.

She had lost her sense of reasoning and her heart was broken. He had let her down.

Hansen sighed heavily in frustration. He wanted to say something. Anything!

But nothing came to his mind.

What could he say? In what way could he comfort her?

Were he to tell her that he would take care of her and that they would be together for the rest of their lives?

He himself would think that it was insincere to say such things to her, not to mention that she would not believe them. In such a predicament, what else could he promise her?

Hansen was struck with helplessness once again.

All his hopes were destroyed ever since Vivian reprimanded him. The plan that he was so proud of appeared so naive and laughable at that instant.

He thought that Vivian would support him in marrying Jenna. She adored her as much as he did, but at present, she told him to be responsible for Aria's child.

These days, it became apparent that he did not love Aria at all. How could he marry her?

What should he do?

Hansen slammed a fist on the back of the front seat. He only felt his heart getting heavy and in pain, his eyes bloodshot.

He took deep breaths and stayed still.

The small space inside the car was filled with nothing but sadness and despair.

He had lost track of how long they were sitting in silence as darkness crawled in like a thief.

Jenna slowly sat up, tidying her messy hair.

Hansen watched as she ran her nimble fingers through her hair. Her fingers were pale and thin, seemingly inhuman. He recalled the incident in Green Mountain Automobile City where she had blocked the knife for him. Back then, she was willing to risk her life for him with her petite body. Such courage had shocked him and he remained shaken by her actions till this day.

In fact, at that moment, he was sure about what he wanted. He had decided to be with Jenna all his life.

Hansen was just too prideful for his own good, or that he was affected by Rayan's words. He had hurt Jenna repeatedly. He hated and despised himself for being so selfish in the past.

From the bottom of his heart, Hansen truly wanted to cherish and pamper Jenna for the remaining of their lives.

Memories of the past flashed across his mind one by one.

His heart began to throb and his face was contorted in pain.

After Jenna had finished with her hair, she took her bag and stood up.

"Jenna," he called for her in a hoarse voice.

She did not give a single look in his direction, her expression calm. It seemed like she managed to gain her composure back.

"Let me out," she simply said.

"Where are you going?" he asked her anxiously. He thought it was time to talk since she had calmed down.

"That's my own business. Please let me go." She had no interest in a conversation with him.

"No, Jenna, you can't leave. Let me stay with you and let's talk things out." He panicked and hugged her from the back. He was in no way letting her get out of the car.

She had a cold smile plastered on her face, her voice icy-cold and distant.

"Please let go of me, I want to leave." She had no more energy to struggle from his grasp. Instead, she just stated her wish to leave.

He locked her tightly in his embrace, feeling her cold skin against his. There was almost no warmth at all and his heart shuddered.

Not knowing what comforting words to say, he held her just like that.

"Hansen, let go," she spoke louder as she grew impatient.

"Jenna, please don't be like this. Whatever happens, promise me that you would take care of yourself. Do you remember what you promised me before?" he pleaded in agony.

A promise? Jenna recalled the night before she left for abroad. He whispered in her ear that no matter what happened in the future, she must believe that he loved her.