Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 224

"You haven't changed much since I last saw you. No wonder Jenna is mad at you." Christopher picked up the club as he kept talking.

"What do you mean?" These words hit the nail in Hansen's head. Holding the club, his face twisted in anger as if he was about to hit Christopher with it.

Christopher laughed, afraid that he might actually hit him on the head. It looks like Hansen really wasn't in the mood to joke around. A look of sarcasm appeared on Christopher's face. "Hansen, I didn't expect you to be so triggered. You still haven't grown when it comes to relationships."

"Don't taunt me!" Hansen's face was a little red and he raised the club in his hand, wishing to hit the guy in front of him.

If it weren't to go along with him, Hansen would have dealt with the matter long ago. He would have caught that d*mn Brock. Maybe, Aria's pregnancy wouldn't have happened.

"Okay, I surrender." Christopher knew the temper Hansen had and immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Say what you have to say. Don't anger me." Hansen put down his club and hit the ball.

The ball went straight into the hole.

Christopher gasped.

Hansen seemed like he was really in a bad mood.

Christopher grinned. He heard rumors from the servants in the manor the night before that the current Young Madam was in charge and she even managed to order Hansen around. Not only did she kick him and Aria out of the rooms, but she also threw out all his clothes. Even so, he dared not say anything.

Unexpectedly, Hansen has found his nemesis.

But then again, he got a woman pregnant and was living in the same house with her. This wasn't intimacy; it was adultery at its finest.

Staring at Hansen's exasperated look, Christopher shook his head.

"Hansen, when have you become so easily angered?" Christopher chuckled.

Hearing Christopher's remark, Hansen's face turned red. He reached out to grab Christopher’s collar and asked bitterly, "Tell me, what is the plan? Don’t let me wait any longer. Otherwise, I will get Brock myself."

"Hey, don't worry." Christopher broke off Hansen's grip and smiled. "I'm here, am I not? We can discuss it. Don't worry, things will be over soon."

Christopher grabbed Hansen's arm and walked outside. "Well, I'm not interested in playing anymore. Let's go grab a drink."

In the warm and cozy booth.

The scarlet liquid swirled gently in the red wine glass, filling their nostrils with an intoxicating aroma.

"Hansen, we took down a drug den and found several more. I have given orders to close all of them overnight but it will take some time to completely get rid of all of them. However, you can rest assured that this won't take long. Brock may have heard the news and he's hiding. Don’ t worry, I will need your assistance when the time comes," Christopher filled Hansen's glass with wine as he explained.

Hansen snorted and mocked, "I knew that you will not find me for nothing. I'd like to remind you that my deputies found this den. With just this, you should be grateful."

Christopher gently shook his glass, handed it to Hansen gracefully, and chuckled. "Come on friend, cheers to you. Thank you for your help."

After toasting to each other, they held the glass to their lips and chucked the drink.

Hansen looked at the wine in his glass, the light in his eyes was dark and deep. He slowly took a sip before saying in a cold tone, "Mr. Matthews, I understand that you want political achievements but Javon's case must be solved fast. Otherwise, Jenna's misunderstanding towards me will grow."

Christopher pondered and said seriously, "Hansen, do you know why Norton was released on bail? Who bailed him? Things are not as simple as you think. Now that the higher ranks intend to remove corruption, this may be an opportunity. Maybe you will need my help then."

Christopher's words held a hidden message. He took a deep breath on his cigarette before exhaling. Smoke was all around him. Hansen raised his confused eyes and looked at him.

What did he mean?

Politicians had never been straightforward but Hansen still asked, "What exactly do you know?"

Christopher picked up a piece of pigeon meat from the dining table, chewed it, and spat it out. He looked at the meat, shook his head, and said, "Hansen, I really don't know anything but I feel that there is more than meets the eye. Therefore, we should not rush through this. Just like this pigeon, it is actually a very plain piece of pigeon meat but after I chewed it, it has become completely unrecognizable. For the same reason, this matter was initially trivial but someone must be playing tricks behind to confuse us. We have to be patient. Let me stay. I promise you that I won’t go back to the Capital City unless this matter is solved. Sounds good?"

Hansen squinted his eyes for a long time and a flat smile appeared. "Obviously, you're doing this for yourself. I don't care what you want. But, if you delay this any further, I promise that you'll be the first one to die."

Christopher coughed twice, with a bitter smile on his face. He touched his glass and said, "Hansen, I can't hide anything from you. You have to believe me. We are family friends, what's yours is mine. Come on, let's toast and get drunk."

Hansen was silent and couldn't resist Christopher's persuasion. After a few glasses of wine, his head became a little dizzy.

The two began to hug each other and continued drinking glass by glass.

After a few more glasses, they couldn't recognize each other anymore.

After a while, they started calling each other 'Dad' and 'Mom'. Later on, they began to toast and laughed in each other's arms.

In Trevor's ward.

Jenna carefully massaged Trevor's arm and said softly, "Uncle Richards, I'm speaking to you. Can you hear me? Vivian has made me the head of the manor, but don't worry, it's only temporary. I will hand it back to you once you get better. I am going to hold a grand annual banquet for New Year this year. In fact, it is also to celebrate your recovery and return to Richards Manor. I look forward to seeing you attend it when the time comes."

Jenna spoke softly and her words were like a hot spring that flowed slowly, bringing along a lingering faint fragrance.

Trevor's fingers twitched as if he wanted to raise his arm.

"Uncle Richards, do you want to say something?" She took his skinny hand and leaned close to his face.