Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 745

"Mom, is this the only thing you want to talk about? I know what to do. It's getting late, you should go to sleep. Tomorrow, I have to fly over to B City's World Trade Center." Hansen did not want to listen to Marissa any longer, so he urged her to go downstairs. He wanted to have a good sleep as he had an early flight to catch the next day.

Marissa understood what his intentions were. She remained seated on the couch.

"Hansen, yesterday Johan sent someone over..." Marissa said after she thought for a while.

"Mom, I need to get some sleep now." Hansen cut his mother off. His face was full of impatience, and his tone was heavy.

Marissa had no choice but to rise to her feet and leave. However, before she left, she said in a stern voice, "Hansen, it has already been one year. You really should get your life together. I only have you, my only son. I feel distressed whenever I see you. Eventually, you will have to come to terms with it and start all over again."

Hansen could read between the lines of Marissa's words.

He immediately pursed his thin lips and smiled coldly. "Mom, I understand. But I've got to be frank with you, I will never remarry. Jenna will be my only wife in this life. As for whether I will come to terms with her death, I will only believe it when I see her body."

"But, what if you don't?" Marissa's face turned pale. She sighed and asked in horror.

"Then, I'll be forever alone and never remarry." With that, Hansen stood up and walked out of the study.

"Ah." Marissa sighed deeply and plopped back down onto the couch.

At Redondo International Airport.

A bustling place with planes taking off and touching down, there were streams of passengers coming in and out.

Jose Trenton patiently escorted Hansen out of the airport.

"Alvin, how are the preparations at the World Trade Center?" Hansen asked in his low, magnetic voice. A pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, he was dressed in his tailored, bespoke suit. He was the picture of a debonair man.

Jose was stunned, smiling bitterly in response. He could only reply softly, "Mr. Richards, don't worry. Everything has been prepared."

From the day before until then, Hansen had inadvertently mistaken his name for Alvin's!

He had no choice but to ignore it.

What else could he have done!

When Hansen heard Jose's voice, he became absent-minded for a while.

He had inadvertently addressed Jose as Alvin again.

Alvin had been the one taking care of him during the past year when he lost his sight.

Although Alvin was a stubborn man, he was a veteran of the cutthroat business world, and attentive to boot, especially when it came to Hansen.

He could accurately analyze every movement of his and execute countermeasures in time.

After all those times, Hansen was actually already accustomed to having Alvin by his side.

Reflexively, Hansen sighed. He felt a pang in his heart as he shook his head.

"Hansen." Hansen heard a crisp feminine voice coming from behind him, accompanied by the clanking sound of high heels. An elegant jasmine-scented perfume wafted through the breeze and traveled into his nostrils.

Hansen's brows furrowed, and his ears twitched.

The expression on his face was stoic.

"Jaqueline, what are you doing here?" he asked in a cold voice.