Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 799

It was loud in the bar. Jenna walked in, grasping her cell phone beside her ear. She made multiple phone calls and looked around, searching for Stef fan's figure.

Hansen placed one hand on her waist and relied on the dim light, trying to protect Jenna as they walked inside.

Lying on the bar counter, Steffan was drunk and unconscious.

"Steffan." Jenna saw him at a glance, hurriedly approached him, and shook his body.

"Go away. Don't worry about me. Bring me some wine." He slapped Jenna's hand away.

"Waiter, how much did he drink?" Jenna raised her head and asked the waiter at the front desk.

"Miss, he drank two bottles of wine, and then downed a few bottles of beer, that's about it." The waiter explained, "When he was drunk, he kept calling your name. I checked his cell phone and found your name, so I called you."

"I see. Thank you for your phone call. I will send him back home. His car will be kept here. I'll have him come fetch it tomorrow." Jenna thanked the waiter at the bar. She tried to help Steffan with one hand, but was blocked by Hansen.

Hansen reached out his hand to help him up. He lifted him up and walked out with Jenna's guidance.

They walked to the parking lot outside, and opened the rear door of Jenna's car.

Hansen helped him into the car.

Jenna ignited the engine and headed for Steffan's villa.

Along the way, she looked back at Steffan from time to time through the inverted lens. She saw him leaning against the back seat, sleeping like a log.

"Why did he drink so much if he can't hold his liquor well?" A grim expression pervaded Hansen's face. There was also a tone of blame in his voice.

"Steffan usually doesn't drink much, isn't it fine if he gets drunk once in a while?" Jenna replied.

Hansen sneered. "He's already in this state, why are you still speaking up for him? You're protecting him."

Jenna raised her eyebrows and said, "Hansen, can you stop being so wet behind the ears? Steffan just got drunk once occasionally, so there is no need to kick up such a fuss. Besides, he didn't ask you to help him. You came here on your own volition. Why are you talking so much nonsense

now?"

Jenna was worried that Hansen's words would push Steffan further into his depressive state, so she defended him.

Upon hearing this, Hansen felt even more uncomfortable. With a gloomy smile, he said, "Jenna, do you think I have a generous temper to the point that you can refute me as you please? I'll have you know that you are my wife. He called for my wife while he was drunk. What's this?"

Hansen's voice was loud, clearly doing it on purpose for Steffan to hear it. She couldn't help but to feel a little angry. "Did you hear it clearly? He didn't call me. It was the waiter at the bar who called me up. This has nothing to do with him at all. Please be reasonable and show a little sympathy."

"Great, absolutely great. You're actually picking a fight with me because of him. Who is he to you? Who am I to you?" Hansen laughed in extreme anger. His voice was very cold.