Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 39

"Mr. Richards, the patient has lost too much blood and her body is weak. She needs a blood transfusion." When Dr. Brooks saw Hansen, whose eyes were scarlet and his face looking twisted in pain. He was confounded.

Rumors had been swirling that Hansen was surrounded by innumerable beautiful women, and that he was soon going to be married to Aria McAdams, the great beauty in A city. A few days ago, reporters photographed him having dinner with Aria's parents and discussing the wedding. However, the scene in front of him was that Hansen's eyes were fixed on the weak woman in the hospital bed, and he looked like his heart seemed was full of sorrow.

Why was he so nervous about her? Was it because she saved him? Or did he actually love this woman, his ex-wife?

Although Dr. Brooks was surprised, he did not dare to speculate too much. After all, it was Hansen's personal matters.

The personal affairs of successful people were usually mysterious and eventful. As a doctor, he should not speculate about gossip.

However, even he could see that this woman on the hospital bed was very important to Hansen.

"Transfer the blood then! Use mine!" Hansen roared and rolled up his sleeves. "That's not possible," Dr. Brooks said calmly, "There is a rule in the hospital that all the blood must be taken from the blood bank, not directly from someone. The reason why I tell you this is that the patient needs blood transfusion and her family members must be notified of this matter." At this point, he quickly ordered the nurse to take the blood sample.

Hansen sat down disappointedly. His hands were entangled in his thick hair, and the pain in his heart instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones.

If something really happened to her, would he feel at ease for the rest of his life?

He just said that he wanted to get along well with her. Why did they still quarrel?

He now understood the root of the pain in his heart. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had no choice but to do so.

He actually cared about her!

Jenna was undergoing a blood transfusion. The doctor also gave her an injection for her fever.

Soon the red color on Jenna's face faded away, and a strange white color showed, which was terrifying.

Hansen sat in front of the bed staring at her thin little face, and stroking her hand with his eyes closed.

He kept an eye on her and even forgot to eat.

He sat there in a daze. After a long time, he fell asleep in front of her bed.

He was awakened by a burst of soft groans from the bed! He raised his head.

Jenna was staring blankly at the ceiling with her eyes wide open and her eyebrows tightly knitted. Perhaps it was because of pain, she gritted her teeth and whimpered softly.

"You're awake," Hansen asked in surprise.

Jenna turned to look at him and stared at him.

It seemed that she was recalling something, but at the same time, she looked as if she wanted to see through to his heart.

Hansen felt a rush of inexplicable panic, and he did not dare to look at her bright eyes directly. She looked at him absent- mindedly. Her clear eyes seemed to beckon him to fall in love at any time, which made him feel an inexplicable guilt.

Sure enough, after a while, the light in her eyes gradually extinguished, and an icy coldness gradually enveloped her eyes.

She turned her head and didn't look at him anymore.

Hansen knew that she woke up from the coma and remembered what had happened in the morning, as well as his cruelty.

She hated him.

He was not angry at all.

He took the expensive bird's nest soup sent by the hotel from the bedside table and gently propped up her body. He held her head softly and whispered in her ear, "You are weak. Have some bird's nest soup, it'll help with your recuperation." Jenna's eyes were cold, and she looked like a wooden dummy. She didn't even look at him, let alone answer him.

The corners of Hansen's mouth were slightly turned up.

He held her in his arms and blew in her ear, "Do you want to eat it by yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"

Jenna's ears were itchy. She turned her head and said coldly, "Get out of here. I want to rest. I don't want you pretending to be nice here."

"Why do you think that I am pretending? I sincerely hope that you will get better soon. Don't forget that we signed a contract. I have a lot of things to do and I still need your cooperation. Before the design is finished, I will personally supervise you and sleep with you." Hansen was overbearing, but his tone was gentle. Although it sounded bossy, it was not just an order at all.

Jenna had long seen through his capricious mood, so she didn't intend to respond to him.