Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 202

Hansen was dumbfounded at her words. Jenna was out of her mind, he thought. She was determined to distance herself from him.

Soon, a greater surprise came.

"Also, Mr. Richards, please move out of the second floor before you go to work. You're the CEO of Richards Group, no one would blame you for being a little late. Furthermore, I believe you'd prefer to move out your belongings yourself. Surely it won't take too much of your time.”

What? He had to move out too?

Hansen could hardly believe his ears. He thought that Jenna hated Aria and wanted to kick her out. It was great news because he did not like Aria either. It was a blessing for Aria to stay away from them, therefore he had no objections to Jenna's demands and allowed her to continue.

It was at this moment that he realized Jenna had meant everything she said. Not only did she want to drive Aria away, but she also took this opportunity to force him to leave!

He recalled the night before when he forcibly slept beside her on the same bed. He remembered her disgusted face and resistance against him.

Of course, he knew that she hated him but he never expected her to be so serious. Not only did she hate Aria, but she also hated him!

She looked like she was going to drive them all away!

There was a helpless, wry smile creeping up the corners of his mouth.

"Please start moving right away, the men I hired will arrive soon. If all of you have not moved out by then, I have no choice but to get security to throw your belongings," Jenna slowly spoke with her soft, clear voice. "And you, take away your things as soon as possible."

She turned her head at Minnie who stood by the side and said coldly. She then whirled around and flipped her hair in an arrogant manner before heading upstairs. The remaining people were utterly ignored.

"Mom, what should we do? Do I really have to move?" Aria asked and wept, her expression terrible.

Marissa had no decent expression on her face either. However, Jenna did have the power to do so based on her inheritance rights. Judging by her actions and demeanor, Marissa knew that she had made the decision long ago, thinking it through and through. If Jenna insisted, there was nothing that she could do.

Since Vivian gave her the rights to inherit, she could do whatever she pleased. They could only blame Vivian for this.

Marissa sighed and sat down on the sofa dismally.

She thought that Jenna just could not stand Aria and wanted to get rid of her. To her surprise, even Hansen was forced to move away. Jenna had shown her true colors. It seemed that she was manipulative. Perhaps she had planned this long ago; she kept mentioning the lawyer. She must have made up her mind from the start.

What a misfortune to their family!

Marissa sat in annoyance. Her head was hurting as she had to face Aria's crying and Jenna leaving them with no mercy. That day was truly suffocating for her.

Hansen stood woodenly before leaving his briefcase on the coffee table and walked upstairs.

Jenna was cleaning the room while humming, seemingly in a pleasant mood.

Hansen came up and stood by the door, staring silently at her.

Jenna threw a glance at him lazily and continued with her cleaning, not paying attention to him at all.

"Jenna, do you really want to do this?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Of course." She packed his things without lifting her head. She carefully searched the room to make sure she did not miss out on any of his belongings. "Hurry up and move your things, I'll only give you one morning. After that, I will start throwing them off this floor."

"Would you dare?" He was riled up and immediately objected, "I'll tell you this, the others can move out but I'm not leaving. Don't forget that you're still my wife in the Manor. It's my right to sleep with you and you too, are obliged to comply with my needs."

He thought of something as he said this. He had a subtle grimace; his good- for- nothing mouth was acting up again.

"Really?" Her smile was icy. "You can try and see whether I dare."

"You'll really do this?" He looked at her in disbelief. Her thick eyelashes fluttered and there seemed to be a small, amused smile on her dainty face. The sight of her like this caused tiny sparks of fire in his heart; he was itching to hold her and kiss her right there and then. However, the woman in front of him was like a stunning rose with sharp thorns. If he dared to touch her, he would be pricked all over and bleed out.

"Are you ridiculous? There's nothing that I wouldn't do. You're afraid that I'll hurt your sweetheart, aren't you? If you're so worried about her, then move out quickly. As long as you clear everything before 12 noon, you can rest assured that I won't lay a finger on Aria and your baby. Please have some sense and hurry up," Jenna voiced coldly.

Hansen’ s face darkened. This woman! All his feelings were for nothing. She had misunderstood him as some jerk. She did not understand him at all. All his burning, warm passions went unregarded and he was returned with a cold reply.

"As long as you're in Richards Manor, you are mine. Sure, Grandma gave you the right to inherit the manor. But, you're also the official daughter-in-law recorded in the Richards family's genealogy book; you're still my wife. If so, you are to listen to me. I'm not going to move away and you can't do anything about it. If you insist, we shall go to Grandma and let her be the judge." All of a sudden, Hansen was throwing tantrums like a child. His thin lips were pressed together as he acted unreasonably like a rascal.

"You are really ridiculous." Jenna smiled coldly. She then took out the divorce papers from a box and dangled them in front of Hansen. She said sharply, "In case you forgot, you're actually my ex-husband. We're divorced. Quit talking about some genealogy book and ancestors and lineage. Do you think you're of some royal family to be even speaking of such things? This isn't medieval times. The divorce certificate is the only law and the law is higher than anyone else. If you dare to violate me again, I'll call the police. Do whatever you want if you aren't afraid of being humiliated. One more thing, I have hired two masters in martial arts to guard the second floor and they're starting work this evening. I want to prevent certain thieves and perverts from breaking in. Sorry that you have to do this, ex-husband. But, hurry the f*ck up, don't waste everyone's time."

She mocked him as her ex- husband, waving the divorce papers in front of him. He saw her pale face on the documents and it made him feel like sharp thorns were pricking the most delicate part of his heart, the pain wrenching. He reached out to grab the papers.

Jenna had expected this and she dodged him swiftly. She placed the papers back into the box and locked it before standing up, meeting his eyes coldly.

Her gaze was extremely distant and harsh. Hansen saw himself in her eyes. He saw how shameless he was, traces of frustration and pain evident on his face.