Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 217

"Sabrina, take a photo of Jenna and me." Hansen handed her his phone. He said in a low voice with a grin, "Find a way to make her smile."

Sabrina was quick to understand his meaning. With a similar grin, she replied, "If I succeed, you have to gift me a phone like yours."

"Nice deal you have there. Sure," he agreed readily and walked towards Jenna.

"What do you want?" Jenna gave him a cold glare as he laid his hand on her waist smugly.

"Jenna, let's take a picture. We don't even have one, do we?" He let out a small laugh as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He caressed the area lightly and he exclaimed, "Huh, you seem like you gained some weight."

Observing her in his arms, he said, "Oh dear, you look so pale but your waist got a lot thicker instead. Don't tell me you're joining those who gained weight in their middle-age so soon?"

He lowered his head to look at her, chuckling as he taunted.

Jenna flinched. Her waist had changed due to her pregnancy for two months. Did he realize anything?

"Get your filthy hands off me," she grumbled and glared at him.

"Why are you so hostile? Jenna, you have no mercy even when it comes to your dear Hubby. Can you please learn to relax?" He had a smirk on his annoying face, ignoring her anger.

"Jenna Murphy, you want to leave me? There is no way. I am Hansen Richards, what can't I do?" Hansen thought with glee.

No woman could refuse him as long as he wanted them.

Sabrina sensed the tension between the two. She made a face and pointed at Hansen's hand on Jenna's waist. "Hansen, stop bullying Jenna."

"I'm not," he pleaded as he opened his arms wide. "Look, I'm not doing anything."

"You can go to hell." As soon as his hands were off, Jenna pushed him and slipped out of his reach.

He stumbled backwards as his guard was off, eventually falling onto the ground on his behind.

Sabrina clicked on the phone in that instant and a photo of Hansen sitting on the ground in embarrassment was taken.

"Jenna, take a look at this!" she shouted in excitement, gesturing Jenna to come to her.

Jenna was curious. Happy that she got back at Hansen, she walked over and looked at the picture.

It showed Hansen on the ground with his wrinkled suit and legs spread out. He had purposely worn a turtleneck to hide Jenna's scratches on his neck. It worked but the red claw marks on his right face could not be concealed. It happened to be the perfect shot; he looked hilarious and absolutely embarrassing.

Jenna had never seen him like this, losing all his charisma and cool. She laughed out loud with a snort.

"Jenna Murphy, you played me?" Hansen was utterly humiliated. He bolted up with his teeth clenched in agitation.

"Wait, what happened to your face?" Sabrina gasped. She did not notice the wound on his face until she saw the picture.

He froze and hurriedly covered his right face. He was flustered but still managed to shoot an intimidating glare towards Jenna.

Look at what she had done, she made him end up like this!

He wore a bizarre combination of a turtleneck sweater underneath a suit to work this day. The result was that he garnered numerous weird glances from his subordinates in the meeting. At least, he had an excuse that he wore the sweater due to the cold weather.

Unfortunately, Sabrina did not get the hint. She leaned closer to observe his face and said, "Hansen, you have to apply ointment on these or else they'll leave scars. But, did you get these from a fight? That's weird. I don't think anyone would dare to hit you, they would be digging their own graves."

She admired Hansen since she was a child. To her, he could not be reached by anyone. The rest could only look up to him. Nevertheless, he was like a kind, big brother to her.

"There's no such thing. Impossible. I just happened to get scratched by a tree branch yesterday," Hansen hurriedly explained. He then found a perfect timing and pulled Jenna over to him. He glared at Sabrina," Hurry up and take a picture of us. What you shot just now wasn't even a picture!"

"Yeah, yeah, let's take some pictures." Sabrina grinned and held up his phone.

His hand fell on Jenna's waist again. This time, he learned his painful lesson. He no longer dared to loosen his hold as his arm circled her, walking forward.

"Smile," he whispered in her ear. "If you don't, I'm going to tickle you."

Jenna was exasperated. She was merely distracted for a moment and he had found the chance to catch her.

"Let me go or I'll make your left cheek like your right one and embarrass you. Why? Don't you believe me?" she retorted.

"You're right, I don't." He held her in his arms and his hands slid beneath the clothes around her waist. His big, warm hand touched the area, and with a gentle scratch, Jenna choked out a laugh uncontrollably.