Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 788

"Do I have your approval?" A hint of mockery flashed across the corners of Hansen's mouth. "Jenna, will you give me this chance? If I patiently wait till you're ready, then I'm afraid that in the future, the one by your side would no longer be me, your husband, but that homewrecker, Steffan. If that's the case, then that would be such a waste, and it's unfair to me. If time is what you need, then there's no problem. From today onwards, I will show the utmost patience by accompanying you until you regain your memories."

Crimson red painted across Jenna's face and ear, while she said in annoyance, "What nonsense are you spouting? Be reasonable!"

She didn't agree with Hansen's description of Steffan. It was true that Steffan was in love with her, but it wasn't like he wanted it. It was no fault of his. Besides, choosing whom to love was in their own right.

"Am I being unreasonable?" Hansen smiled sarcastically, his voice turning cold. "I'm here today to judge your reasoning. You're a married woman, but you have no care towards your husband and child. Instead, you're entangled with another man. You're blaming your own husband for coming to see you in front of your doorstep. Do you think this is fair to me?"

Hansen's words were sharp and aggressive, making Jenna shrink due to the lack of confidence.

"Even if that's the case, I won't willingly follow you right now," Jenna replied firmly after thinking for a while.

"I said I would give you time. If you're not willing to leave with me, then I'll follow you," replied Hansen without even thinking.

Bring it on, he thought. Bickering came naturally between a husband and wife.

"I'm hungry. Cook something for me." Hansen took off his coat and put it on the chair beside him. Then, he sat down at the head of the bed, with his back against it. It seemed like he was going to linger on the bed for a while.

Jenna took a look at him and accepted her bitter fate. This small dormitory was meant to be her own personal space, but then Hansen was declaring that he wanted to stay here too. Never in a million years.

"What's wrong, you don't want to cook for me?" It had been a long time since Hansen heard Jenna's voice. Knowing that she stood rooted to the spot without moving, he raised his brows and asked, "You must know that this is your fault. Are you trying to abandon your responsibilities? Or, aren't you willing to admit that you're my lawfully-wedded wife?"

Hansen's tone was not polite as he pressed for answers.

No matter how Jenna tried to read between the lines of his words, she felt aggrieved. However, it was getting late and her stomach was growling, so she turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Upon hearing her footsteps heading towards the kitchen, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and he called for Alvin outside the door.

Alvin came in with a big bag in his hand.

"Throw out all the things bought by that b*stard and use the groceries I bought to prepare dinner," Hansen instructed in a domineering manner.

"Alright, Mr. Richards," Alvin answered loudly. Then, he carried the groceries in his hand to the kitchen and said respectfully to Jenna, "Madam, please use these ingredients to cook instead. Mr. Richards was so angry that you left the hospital, so he skipped lunch. He must be famished now."

As Alvin said this, he began to inspect all the groceries that Steffan had bought for Jenna and proceeded to jettison them away.

Jenna helplessly watched Alvin come in with large quantities of produce. She was extremely shocked. The items kept appearing out of nowhere in the blink of an eye. Did he know how to do magic tricks?

She soon learnt that they were indeed the two mysterious figures in the black limousine who had followed her and Steffan to the supermarket previously.

Helplessly, she looked at Alvin as he threw away everything that Steffan had bought for her, including the chicken stew she had been cooking. Even if she wanted to stop it, it was impossible. After all, Hansen was the textbook definition of domineering, and he had every reason to do so!