Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 800

"How did you know that I was just pretending?" Steffan sat up, raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly.

A cold smile emerged from the corner of Hansen's mouth. He said slowly, "When Jenna and I supported your body back to your room, you placed all of your weight on my side. A drunkard wouldn't be able to do this."

Steffan was shocked that he was able to figure this out.

"I didn't want to put my weight on her." He pursed his lips slightly, with all of the calmness and none of the embarrassment.

"Haha." Hansen chuckled. "You sure know how to be compassionate with women. It's not in vain for her to be so sincere towards you."

"Of course." Steffan said shamelessly, "I know Dory's character the best."

"Hence, you're using her gratitude and guilt towards you to hold her back?" Hansen asked as he raised an eyebrow. His expression was stern.

"Hmph." Steffan let out a snort, and resumed speaking with disdain.

"Dory chose to be with you because she's aware that you are her legal husband and that she is a married woman. Period. As I said, if you have the ability to let her follow you willingly, then I won't object."

Steffan thought it was explained reasonably, and he was boasting without shame.

Hansen smiled and said, "Don't worry, she will be willing to follow me. I know my own woman best." At that point, he continued to smile playfully. "You must be thinking that I will be triggered by your words and seek revenge on you, destroying your company, and then have Jenna take pity on you, right? But you've underestimated me. I can destroy your company easily, but I won't do that. First of all, I won't be fooled by you. Secondly, you did save my wife's life, and I am willing to repay you. Just remember, the sole reason Melvin is able to work at your company right now is because I deliberately gave in. Oh, one more thing. Melvin's design along with Jenna's will be the perfect combination. I hope they can cooperate with each other to create remarkable work. I have a way of cherishing talent and aesthetics. I hope that you can take advantage of this opportunity, for that will be beneficial to everyone. But may I add, if you go against the will of heaven, then I will not stay still."

Steffan thrust his hand into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He lit it and inhaled deeply. He looked at Hansen with his calm eyes, already learning what the latter was thinking.

Steffan was a serious man as well. Of course, he was not scared.

The meaning behind Hansen's words was very clear. If one were to oppose him, then there would only be one consequence. Death, a miserable death.

He had never been afraid of these things. If Jenna was willing to choose him, then he would not have done all of this, but...

Through the thick smoke, he asked flatly, "Are you trying to assert your dominance?"

"Whatever you say then." Hansen paced to the side of the curtain. He placed his hands in his pockets and looked indifferent. "You hold a special place in Jenna's heart. You're her savior. If I hadn't appeared, then perhaps she would have regarded you as my replacement. But unfortunately, I'm here. She's my wife. No matter what you do, you can't take her away. I have this confidence."

Ever since Jenna had sacrificed herself for him, she seemed to have melted into a part of his body. It had been branded into his bone marrow that would never be separated again. No one would be able to take her away from him. It was his determination to protect her.

His eyes were as deep as the ocean, revealing an expression of determination.

Steffan smoked his cigarette and didn't say anything else.

"Oh, you're awake?" When Jenna came in with the glass of water, she saw Steffan smoking two cigarettes and asked in surprise.

Steffan flicked off the cigarette butt in his hand and put it out.

"Here, drink some water." Jenna put the glass in front of him and said softly, "Do you have a headache? Don't get drunk without any reason next time. It's dangerous."

Upon hearing this, he looked up and smiled gently at her. "Thank you, I'm fine now."

"It's good that you're fine. You better not get drunk again," she warned softly. When she watched him obediently drink the water, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I won't do it again," he promised in a serious tone.