Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 191

"Jenna, let's go back to Collier Manor." Hansen reached out to hold her, desperate to bring her back to the manor immediately.

"Let go of me." Her voice was icy cold, terrifyingly distant.

"Jenna, please, go back with me." His voice was helpless in misery, pleading and begging apparent in his tone for the first time in forever. Her expression was so cold and stoic. He no longer dared to lift her up and carry her away as he pleased like before. He feared that it would anger her and push her further away from him.

"Who do you think you are? Why should I go with you? Who are you to me, to ask me this?" Jenna sneered. Her words stung him like a sharp dagger. "Even if you're my boss, I had only signed a one- year contract with your company. Not you. I didn't sell myself to you and I have no obligation to follow you. If there are consequences, we can resort to the court."

Her expression was determined, more than she ever was before.

Jenna was no longer a fool. She would wake herself up once and for all.

Hansen's heart grew cold with her icy voice.

She thought of him no more than a thief, a passerby in her journey of life. To her, he was probably the most shameless and greatest jerk in the world.

"Jenna, don't be like this. I love you. I really do." His voice was weak and trembling; the pain that tortured him was evident.

Loved her? Jenna wanted to laugh when she heard this. She wondered if this was his so-called love? Being a two-timer, trampling all over her feelings as he wished, was this what he meant by loving her?

If this was love, every man could have countless lovers and not be called out for it. They would possess every woman they had found beautiful and then said that they loved them. Wouldn't that be ridiculous?

"Look at everything you've done so far. And you think you love me. Should I obey you unconditionally? What a joke. I was so stupid to believe that a man like you would even have a heart. I know it now. You're a jerk, an absolute scumbag. We have been married for so many years. Ask yourself about how you've treated me, how you've trampled me all over, and how you've destroyed my dignity. I was naive before. I thought that you would change, but now, why should I forgive you and go back with you?" Jenna grew emotional. With all the past events flooding her mind, it was at this moment when those unpleasant, painful memories came bursting through the door. Her face was flushed from the outburst as she said with a trembling voice, "Hansen Richards, what makes you think I will go with you? Do you expect me to stand around, watch you get married, and have children with another woman? Do you expect me to hide in an affair? Am I just a sl*t to you? From today onwards, I will cut my ties with you. We are nothing but a divorced couple and now, we live our own lives, far away from each

other. Please respect my decision. You wouldn't be so shameless and thick-skinned, would you?"

"Jenna, is this how you see me in your heart?" Hansen asked with sorrow.

She chuckled, her smile sardonic as she retorted, "Of course. You think too highly of yourself."

His face paled. As if he was scared of something, he suddenly grasped her hand and roared, "Jenna, I won't let you go no matter what. Don't you dare leave me. You are mine for the rest of your life. You can only belong to me and no one can take you away from me."

As soon as his voice fell, his arms wrapped around her tightly. He smiled, a guilty one, and his muscles stiffened under his clothes.

He had said before that the woman he loved could never leave him.

Unless he hated her and abandoned her.

Women were always the eager ones; they would be desperate to please him. How could there be a woman who had wanted to leave him, especially the woman whom he loved so dearly? He would not let that happen.

As he embraced Jenna, she stood there like a sculpture, not moving an inch.

She could not fight against him. There was no other way but to let him hold her.

"You couldn't get a woman's heart, thus you're going to tie her down by your side with force. What great skill you have, do you think doing this can win my heart? That's too shallow of you," she mocked him coldly.

Her voice stabbed him in the heart. She did not resist nor struggle out of his hold, she even let him hug her. She was like a lifeless string puppet. Soon, he felt chilly and glum.

He was sure that just a moment ago, he saw a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

She still loved him; he firmly believed that.

Pulling her tightly into his embrace, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her fiercely. In his memories, every time he kissed her, her anger would melt away and she would forgive him.

He kissed her with a burning passion but for a long time, he felt her not giving in. It was different this time.

She was so distant. Even as he kissed her passionately, he could not feel any warmth from her. Apart from her breath on his face, he would have mistaken her as a log. He was already pulling her so close to him and yet she had no reaction.

Her eyes looked straight at the sky above, unchanging.

Soon, Hansen was utterly dejected.

He slowly let go of her.