Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 786

The two of them sat face to face by the window.

"Steffan, I remember that Earl Grey is your favourite tea. Shall we have that then?" Jenna skimmed over the list of teas handed over by the waiter and said with a smile.

"Get that then, Dory. I'm truly happy that you still remember such details." He spoke in a somewhat serious yet excessive manner. The luster in his eyes could warm one's heart.

The way Steffan spoke, it pushed Jenna further into her guilt trip.

He had been nothing but kind to her. Jenna was not a fool at that point. From the moment he had taken her from the States to Srirano, his care and consideration had been constantly meticulous. In this vast sea of people, she was moved by the fact that there was a man who cared about her so much. Therefore, she cherished their friendship and was even willing to give him a chance.

Until then.

She didn't seem to think so anymore.

To her, there was no love between them.

In order to maintain their friendship, she had to make it clear. Therefore, she quickly gathered her courage and said, "Steffan, you're like a brother I've never had. If you don't mind, I don't want to ruin our friendship."

The intention that came out of Jenna's mouth was as clear as day.

Steffan had expected that she would say that, so his reaction didn't show a glint of surprise.

He gazed at her face, and a glimmer of light rose from the depths of his eyes. "Dory, I really don't mind. We've been like brothers and sisters all this while, no?"

Jenna was stunned, her eyes filled with confusion as she stared at him, as if she wanted to distinguish the true meaning to his words.

Steffan smiled slightly and rested his palms on her hair, gently stroking them between his fingertips. His voice was calm and composed. "Dory, I understand what you mean. Let's live our lives filled with happiness. Don't worry about it. I told you, I'm doing this out of my own free will. You don't have to feel any sort of guilt or burden. In the future, no matter the status of our relationship, you'll always be my sister. I can promise you this. Don't be hasty in making a decision when we still don't know what the future holds."

He seemed to have seen through her thoughts as he spoke in a warm and caring manner. His expression was calm and composed.

Jenna's throat tightened, a lump forming in her throat.

Steffan's attitude had once again exceeded her expectations.

She was a married woman, but he was still willing to lavish his affection on her?

It was destined that nothing would come to fruition between them, so why was he doing this?

She bit her lip and tightened her fists on the table, unsure of what she should do to make him give up on his feelings. After a while, she twisted her stiff neck and hesitated. "Steffan, I don't think you understand my painstaking efforts. Initially, I didn't know the truth of my identity. I could've been a poor, pathetic girl. And you are an impeccable man that I have no reason to refuse. But now it's different. I am a married woman. No matter what kind of life I had lived in the past, for the sake of my child, I have no choice but to go back. So, I can't promise you anything. Steffan, there are many good women in this world. I don't deserve you."

Her voice was very clear, as if she was afraid that he couldn't hear her clearly. In the end, she deliberately added more weight to her tone.

"Shh." Steffan raised a finger to shush her. "Silly girl, I know better than anyone whether you're worth sacrificing for. Trust me, I'm an adult, and I understand what I'm doing."

A sense of powerlessness washed over Jenna. No matter how much she wanted to refuse, no matter how she said it, all her efforts seemed to be in vain when it came to Steffan.

"I have a streak of being unreasonable, and I certainly do not give up easily, unless you tell me I am in the wrong. Otherwise, I refuse to discard my original intention," Steffan continued seriously and persistently.

"But, Steffan, I..." Jenna looked up, feeling very helpless. But before she could even finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Steffan. "If you can't even confirm it yourself, then you'd better not say it out now. Just wait a little longer. Maybe things would be different. Silly girl, stop being so persistent with your words."

After that, Steffan took a look at the tea in front of the table, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea. He said in a caring manner, "Dig in, you'll be in a good mood if you eat more desserts."