Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 40

"Hansen, I'll say it again. I didn't do anything to hurt you and your father. As for what happened that day, I have no idea. Similarly, for our marriage, it was not my intention as well, It was grandma's order. If you're hurt because of this, I can only apologize. However, you're not the only one who got hurt. What about me?" Jenna said word by word with a cold smile on her lips.

As she was talking about her sad past, she began to cry. Her shoulders trembled, but her eyes were full of stubbornness.

How could she admit to something she had not done? She did not have anything to do with what happened three years ago. She had no idea what had happened at all!

"Okay, okay. It's my bad for bringing it up." Hansen thought of Dr. Brooks' words when he saw that she was stirred, so he nodded repeatedly and said, "Let the past stay in the past. Now, take good care of yourself and eat something."

Hansen was extremely annoyed. He really didn't want to talk about the d*mned past anymore.

He picked up the oatmeal again and said seriously, "From now on, you have to be obedient. Eat something. Tell me, do you want me to feed you or open your mouth by yourself?"

There was no room for negotiation.

Jenna remained silent. Hansen's patience was chafed. He scooped up a spoon and put it into his mouth. When he was about to put it into Jenna's mouth, Jenna said weakly and timely,

"I'll eat it myself."

Hansen smiled in his heart, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a beautiful curve. "Look at you. Even if you're stubborn, you still have to listen to me!" Hansen thought.

"I can handle it." Jenna was very stubborn.

When Hansen saw that she was willing to eat, he was happy and could not help feeling smug. He saw that although it was inconvenient for her to move her right hand, her left hand was fine. He was afraid that she would be emotional, so he went along with her.

He gently held her in his arms, pulled the tray over to the bed, and put the oatmeal on it. Jenna used her left hand to pick up a spoon and ate it. After she was done eating, she was sweating all over.

"Stubborn." Hansen, who was beside her, snorted discontentedly and forced her to drink some soup. Only then was he satisfied.

After the meal, Hansen put the things away. When he turned around, he saw that Jenna was supporting herself to get up, and there was a painful expression on her face. He asked in a hurry, "What are you doing?"

Jenna pouted and ignored him.

"Don't move. Be obedient. Or I'll give you a sponge bath later," Hansen frowned and coaxed her. "I want to go to the bathroom," Jenna blushed and mumbled.

Hansen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud. He stretched out his long legs, came over, and reached out his hands to pick her up.

Jenna lay in his warm arms and was held by him like a porcelain doll. She felt uncomfortable.

She snuggled up in Hansen's arms as if she had no bones. As soon as Hansen touched her body, a long-lost repressed desire slowly rose in his body. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his face turned red.

He gently put her on the ground, held her with one hand, and opened the toilet cover with the other hand. He was about to help her take off her pants. Jenna grabbed him with her left hand, and she was blushing.

"It's better if you leave," she whispered with a red face.

Hansen was stunned and thought of something. With a grin on his face, he whispered in her ear, "Why are you being shy? I'm familiar with every part of you!"

Jenna was shy and anxious, and she rolled her eyes at him.

However, Hansen did not listen to her. He helped her take off her pants and sat her on top of the toilet bowl.

Jenna was blushing and she said angrily, "If you don't go out, I can't pee." "I'll turn around, okay?" Hansen turned his face to the side and smiled.

"No." Jenna answered very seriously, "How pleasant do you think the smell will be?"

"D*mned woman, I'm worried that you might fall down," Hansen snorted in his heart and walked out.

He went to the shower room to fetch a large basin of warm water and placed it in front of the bed. When he heard a noise behind him, he hurriedly turned his head and saw Jenna slowly moving against the wall.

"Don't move. Don't you know how to call for me?" He yelled discontentedly. He walked over and picked her up. Then he walked to the bedside and gently placed her on the bed.

He bent down, lowered his head, and wrung the towel. He stood up and started wiping her body.

"You can't bathe for two days. The wound needs to be kept dry. Hold on," he explained while he wiped her body. Didn't all women prefer being clean? He was also worried that she couldn't bear being dirty.

He wiped her body gently and meticulously, especially when he was near the wound. The action in his hand was as gentle as the spring breeze.