Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 64

"Ah! Fish," she cried out in surprise.

"I'll leave this to you," he saw her surprised expression and smiled smugly as he placed the fish on a stone bench.

Jenna stood up happily on one foot. She squatted down to have a look and saw a few big fish. Wow, if they were fried or made into fish soup, they would taste delicious. Thinking of that, she felt even hungrier.

"Did you really get them from the sea just now?" Jenna couldn't help admiring him and asked with great interest.

"This is just a piece of cake. Grandpa once left me in the special forces for a year. This is nothing compared to back then," Hansen said casually and nonchalantly.

Jenna was aware of his skills. When they were in university, they went on an island for an internship. She had witnessed his survival skills. When she fell in love with him, she always admired him from the bottom of her heart, but he didn't know.

"Hansen, can you go to the mountain to get some firewood? I want to make some fish soup," Jenna's bright eyes glistened in the dark.

Hearing her request, Hansen felt hungry and obediently walked out of the cave.

Jenna took out a small knife from her luggage. She handled the fish skillfully. When Hansen came in with the firewood, she had already put the fish into a stainless steel cup.

"Please clean this at the beach and bring back some water," Jenna said with a smile.

Hansen put the firewood in the cave and took the cup from Jenna. Without saying anything, he went out. When he came back, the cave was illuminated by a fire and was much warmer. A simple rack was set up above the crackling firewood.

She took the cup from Hansen. As there were too many fishes, she took some out and put the cup on the rack. She stoked the fire and added firewood from time to time.

"You know this? I didn't expect that." The fire was burning in the cave and Hansen felt warm. He looked up and saw that Jenna was stoking the firewood seriously. She had to move the wood occasionally to make sure that it kept burning.

The fire made her face flush red, which was exceptionally charming.

"There are still a lot of things that you don't know about me," Jenna did not even look up as she explained, "When I was in America, I worked hard while studying. During the holidays, I would work in a restaurant. I cleaned the plates, washed and cut the vegetables, and even washed people's clothes. I have done all kinds of work."

Jenna said it casually. She didn't feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, but Hansen was dumbfounded.

"Why didn't you ask me for money? You could have called your parents. You're their only daughter, I'm sure they can afford to give you money,1' Hansen said.

Jenna was stupefied. Would he have cared for her if she had called? Although it sounded nice that she went abroad to study, her wealthy husband did not give her any money. If she had told her parents, how could she hide her failed marriage?

It was easy for him to say!

Jenna was caught in the sad memory. If Hansen did not mention it, she would have been fine. But once he mentioned that sad topic, she felt pain in her heart.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she lowered her head to maintain the flames and did not speak any more.

Hansen noticed her silence and sorrow and stared at her.

Her thin and delicate figure was lonely and sad. She was completely enveloped by loneliness and looked weak. For no reason, he felt his heart aching and had an impulse to embrace her in his arms to comfort her, but he held back and sighed.

In the past few years, both of them had lived miserable lives. However, he felt that she had had a harder time than him.

He recalled his grandmother's words again and looked at her in silence. If Grandma Richards knew that Jenna had been so unhappy for the past few years, would she regret the decision she made back then?

"Grandma, if I were to do what you want, or if we were to remarry, would she still be happy? Could she be happy?"

"No, it would only hurt her more deeply. After all, there were insurmountable barriers that stood between them. There was no possibility of a relationship between them!"

Hansen silently denied the thoughts in his heart. He had thought about whether they could get back together again, especially when he saw Grandma Richards' sad and disappointed look, he swayed.

However, after thinking for a long time, he still thought it was impossible!

An unhappy marriage with both parties being tortured and in pain would not end well. It would be more unfortunate to force them to get back together. Even if he had to go against his grandmother's wishes, he could not be so selfish.

The fish in the cup was boiling and steamy and the aroma of the fish filled the air.

Hansen took a deep breath and his stomach started grumbling. He laughed at himself.

Jenna took a piece of cotton and wrapped it around the cup handle and took out the fish from the cup. She placed it in front of her and started picking out the bones carefully with the light from the fire.