Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 35

An emergency operation was ongoing.

Hansen sat on the bench outside the operating room like an ice sculpture. The scene of Jenna pouncing on him, pushing him away, and defending him from the knife attack flashed in his mind.

His expression was dull and his heart was in a mess.

Why did she block the knife for him?

At such a dangerous moment, she rushed over regardless of her own safety and blocked the knife for him. Didn't she know that it was dangerous? Was he worth it?

The door of the operating room opened, and Hansen stood up in a hurry.

"How was it, Director Brooks?" he asked eagerly.

Director Brooks took off his mask, the crow's feet at the corner of his eyes wrinkled together, and then they stretched out again. His tone was as relaxed as he could possibly be, and there was a smile in his tone, "Mr. Richards, don't worry. The patient is not in danger anymore. Fortunately, the wound is not too deep, her organs were not hurt. She will be fine after some rest for a period of time."

"Okay," Hansen breathed a sigh of relief, his tight face softened, "Director Brooks, you have to cure all her wounds at all costs. She got injured for me, I have to take the responsibility. Use the best medicine you can."

"Don't worry, Mr. Richards," Director Brooks responded as he nodded politely.

After a while, the nurse wheeled Jenna out of the operating room.

The woman lying on the bed had no trace of blood on her delicate face, her lips were pale. She seemed as weak as a kitten as she laid quietly, which made people want to look after her. All the coldness and hostility disappeared, a great pain then swept through Hansen's heart. He suddenly felt that this lifeless woman was very unlikeable, he would rather have the fierce woman stand in front of him, looking at him coldly and arguing with him.

All the hatred and dislike for her faded away in his heart.

He thought, when she woke up, no matter what she had done, he would not hate her or be disgusted with her anymore. He wanted to get along with her. Even if they could not be husband and wife, there was no need to be enemies.

Jenna felt like she had slept for a thousand years. It felt as if she had fallen into the bottom of the cliff and was smashed to pieces. She felt like she had gone through a fight with death, and she struggled to open her eyes.

White, pure white.

The white curtain, the white sheets, and the smell of medicine filled her nose. Ever since she was a child, she had been afraid of the smell of medicine, she despised it!

In the empty room, it was silent. When she opened her eyes, she saw the oxygen cylinder on the bedside table and the white bottles hanging on the bedside table. The pure white bottles were dripping down, looking like her mother's tears.

She struggled to get up, but the pain on her back made her exclaim.

Her lips were dry and cracked, her whole body was in pain. There was no one in the huge room.

Where was she?

Her memory slowly came back, and she remembered that she was injured. In order to save Hansen, she stepped forward to protect him, and the knife stabbed her instead.

Why? Why did she save him?

At that dangerous moment, she seemed to have rushed over without thinking. When she saw the bright knife aiming at his neck, she instinctively rushed up to him without hesitation. What kind of force prompted her to proceed with no regard for her life?

Maybe, she must be reluctant to watch him die. She wanted to repay the debts she owed him, and she wanted to find out the truth about her father's death.

No, that didn't seem to be the case.

She didn't want to lose him. She just wanted him to be fine, and she would endure it even if he would only be mad at her.

After getting along with him these few days, she realized that she was more and more unwilling to leave him. She did not want to lose him and she feared this feeling.

No, she shouldn't feel like that. There was no relationship between them anymore!

He was about to marry Aria. That was who he loved! He had nothing to do with her!

She took a knife and was injured for him, but he didn't even come and see her.

She laid alone on the bed. When she opened her eyes, she could only see the white room and felt the terrible silence in the room. She didn't want to feel this way. She was so scared.

Her back was in pain as if it were on fire. She bit her lips and tears flowed out silently.

No one came to see her, no one sympathized with her. They must be laughing at her for overreacting and saving a man who didn't love her. Did she really think she could get even an iota of love from him if she saved him?

How could this be possible?

Aria's cold and mocking face flashed in front of her eyes. Hansen was holding her hand intimately, and his handsome face was looking exuberant.

When did he ever look like that when he was with her?

Why was she so stupid?

A mixture of emotions all surged up, some she had felt before and others she had never experienced. It was getting darker and darker outside the window.

She turned her face to the side and sobbed in a low voice. She would rather die like this, than to be lonely and sad in the future.

The door opened silently.

Hansen came in with a lunch box.

As soon as he walked in, he heard her low and suppressed crying sound, and his heart tightened.

She was awake!

He had never heard Jenna cry so sadly. Her cry was suppressed, her sadness came from the bottom of her heart. The cry sounded so sad and lonely.

His heart also trembled, a different sense of loneliness and sorrow welled up in his heart.