Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 400

"Well, please help me get some clothes." Hansen was worn out. In fact, what he worried about the most was that he had delayed Jenna's sleeping time. Seeing that her little face showed signs of drowsiness, he hastily got up and took a shower.

Jenna tidied up his suit and noticed something off on his pants.

She understood immediately when she saw the cigarette hole. She saw him looking down at his crotch area with a flustered expression when she walked into the VIP room. It must have been scalded just now. She was angry and amused.

The suit was handmade. It would've taken two tailors nearly a month to get it done. At that time, they did order a lot, but now, such an expensive suit had been ruined. She shook her head regretfully at once.

She heard Hansen calling her and hurriedly tidied up his pajamas and underwear, and fetched them for him.

As soon as Jenna got under the quilt, Hansen finished his bath and climbed into bed.

As soon as he got on the bed, he took her into his arms and slipped his hand into her pajamas. "Did you burn your pants from smoking?" Jenna smelled the familiar scent of his shampoo and asked in a compliant tone.

"Just throw it away if it's ruined. It's just a suit. There is still a lot in the closet. What's the big deal?" he said indifferently and leaned in to kiss her.

Throw it away? That sounded easy. Hansen didn't know the value of necessities. Although the Richards family was rich, he would have to pay at least one million dollars for the suit, as well as his rendezvous with his friends. The ordinary working class would not even have the savings even for a lifetime. It was irresponsible just to splurge money on leisure! She stopped him from kissing her and said in a serious tone, "Sleep. Don't think about anything else. You are spending way too much. Such a waste of money is prohibited in the future. If you violate it, you'll have to bear the consequences."

"Yes, anything you say." Hansen was sapped. Listening to Jenna's criticism, he answered obediently. After hugging her for a while, he saw her close her eyes and he fell asleep.

After a while, the sound of his heavy breathing could be heard.

Jenna stretched out her hand and touched his hair. His hair was still wet. How could he fall asleep like this?

Alas, this guy was getting more and more childish. He didn't take good care of himself most of the time. She was concerned about how he had been doing on this business trip.

She got out of his arms quietly and dried his hair. Then, she felt relieved and fell asleep again with her arms around him.

In the conference room, on the 88th floor of the International Kinsey Center, several long, square, meeting tables were arranged in order and covered with a red velvet cloth, looking dignified and proper.

The senior executives of the Richards Group, who were dressed in black suits, gathered together. They held their breath and sat up straight.

At the center of each meeting table, purple stock flowers were in full bloom and gave off a pleasant fragrance.

The president's soft, black chair, as well as a smaller chair next to it were conspicuously empty.

That day's meeting was unscheduled. Therefore, everyone came in a hurry and did not know what urgent matter it would be.

Generally speaking, it was rare to call all the executives hastily to a meeting, and it was Hansen who ordered the meeting. Unless there were some accidents, it had happened several times during the financial crisis. However, now it seemed that there was no crisis.

From time to time, everyone looked at each other in confusion. They did not know what to say in this meeting or what would be announced. They felt uneasy.

After a while.

The steady and powerful footsteps, accompanied by the crisp and loud sound of high heels, slowly approached.

Everyone looked up.

Their eyes widened in surprise.

Behind Hansen, who was in a suit, followed a beautiful woman. She was wearing a silver two-piece suit that accentuated her full hips. Her waist was slender and her body was well-proportioned. Her beautiful hair cascaded down her shoulders, and there was a confident and charming smile on her beautiful face.

Wasn't this Ms. Murphy?

She was now Hansen's lawfully wedded wife.