Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 42

"Aria, it's already late at night. What's the matter?" He said in a calm and unhappy tone. He was annoyed by the woman who pestered him all day long.

"Hansen, I haven't seen you for a few days. What are you doing? I miss you, I want to see you," Aria pouted and said in a sexy baby voice.

Hansen's eyebrows furrowed even deeper. He suddenly felt that her voice was really annoying and harsh. He yawned.

"Aria, it's late now. Go to sleep. I'll bring you out in a few days," Hansen placated her unwillingly.

"Hansen, what are you doing these days? Today, I went to see the wedding dresses with Mom. I found one that's beautiful and suitable for me. Hansen, can you come here now? I'll bring you to see it now," Aria said excitedly and brimming with expectation.

Hansen was stunned, as if a bucket of cold water was poured from his head. The fiery desire inside his body was completely extinguished.

His dream was cut off, and it was cruel and sharp.

In the dark night, the cold wind was piercing straight into his neck. He stood in a daze, and his eyes were dark and deep like a well.

Jenna was lying on the bed. After Hansen left, the temperature seemed to drop. It was so cold that she hated it. She didn't like this feeling at all.

He stood on the balcony, making a phone call. He lowered his head from time to time, as if he felt guilty and uneasy.

Jenna's heart went sour and filled with bitterness.

Needless to say, it must be Aria who called him.

Outside, he was talking romantically with Aria.

She felt her stomach churning and it came up her throat. She felt sick.

A moment ago, he was still indulging in pleasure with her. But the next second, he was gently talking to another woman. He looked like he was telling sweet words, trying to please her or lie to her.

This feeling was not good at all, it was even disgusting!

Jenna's excitement, intoxication, and fantasy were instantly shattered.

She felt a chill down her spine.

Hansen pushed open the balcony door and walked in. His tall figure brought in a gust of cold wind.

Jenna closed her eyes and pretended to have fallen asleep.

Hansen put down his mobile phone and lifted the quilt with his hand.

However, Jenna was holding the quilt tightly. She held it so tightly that her fingers were intensely pressed together. Hansen could even see her fingers turning white because of how hard she was grabbing at the quilt. "What's wrong?" He was a little displeased. She was obviously resisting him.

"You should go," Jenna opened her eyes and said coldly, "You shouldn't be here with me."

Her attitude was cold, and her tone was colder.

Hansen looked at her cold and determined face. There was no trace of blush on her face, it was even a little pale. Her eyes were cold, without any warmth. When she looked at him, there was a hint of disgust.

A feeling of shame and anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and his face was flushed with anger.

He was the superior Mr. Richards, but now he personally served and took care of her. How dare she turn a blind eye to him? When had he ever been despised by a woman like this?

He put everything down just to stay with her. However, she gave him the cold shoulder.

"Don't think that just because you saved me, you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, it's my duty to accompany you now. I don't want to owe you anything," Hansen was annoyed and his voice became cold.

It was as she had expected.

He came to take care of her just because he didn't want to owe her any favor. He didn't want her to pester him. He wanted to make sure that she had nothing to do with him in the future.

The more she thought about it, the colder her heart became.

"That's really not necessary. You don't owe me anything. I've ruined your love life. I have already repaid you by taking a knife for you. You can go now. From now on, we don't owe each other anything," Jenna's voice was as cold as iron.

Hansen suddenly felt his anger rushing to the top of his head, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried. He felt uncomfortable in his heart. He grabbed his suit on the head of the bed and said coldly, "You asked me to leave on your own. Don't blame me for being cruel."

With a loud thud, he rushed out like a gust of wind and heavily slammed the door.

Jenna's heart was smashed to pieces by the heavy slam of the door. She felt a heart-wrenching pain inside of her.

She clenched her teeth.

He had his own lover, so she shouldn't force him to stay with her just because she had saved him. She did not want to feel as if she was trying to take him away using scheming means.