Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 83

"Look at you. You look so conservative. Don't pretend to be a nun. Do you want to seduce and hook up with more men?" He chuckled and teased her.

Jenna rolled her eyes at him and cursed inwardly, "Hansen, would it kill you if you did not humiliate me for once?"

Although she scolded him in her heart, she did not dare to show it on her face. She just lowered her head and allowed him to lead her outside.

"Can you please look a little lively? Who will want to look at your face if you looked so gloomy?" Hansen was unhappy and dissatisfied.

Jenna was speechless. She had no choice but to lift her head high and force a smile.

As the two of them stepped into the elevator, a few Chinese people smiled at them and whispered in Mandarin: A

couple

of

happiness

husband

and

wife.

When Jenna heard their words, she muttered to herself. What part of them looked like a happy couple? It was evident that she looked awkward because he demanded her to look lively!

She raised her head.

Hansen smiled smugly.

"Why was he smiling?" Her face was slightly flushed.

Below the apartment complex, there was a row of brightly lit shops. Most of the shops there were thriving as laughter filled the air. Couples were all over each other, enjoying the buzzing atmosphere.

Hansen wrapped his arms around Jenna. It made them look like an intimate couple.

An exclusive Rolls- Royce was parked at an eyecatching spot. The owner of the car was wearing a suit as he shoved his hands in his pockets. He looked like a gentleman. He leaned against his car. His well-defined facial features made him look like a generous and noble man.

"Rayan, he's here!" Jenna saw him as soon as she walked out of the elevator. Her heart suddenly raced at the sight of him. "Why was he here? This meant that he probably knew that I was living with Hansen."

Her face began to burn. She wanted to walk over, but Hansen held her tightly by her waist, which limited her movements.

She knew that Rayan noticed them. His face fell at the sight of them together. Jenna felt uncomfortable. She opened her mouth to say something but hesitated.

"Oh look! Your ex is here!" Hansen tightened his grip around her waist, and there was a calm smile on his face. He was not in a bad mood. He was in high spirits, which mirrored his mood ever since they left the house. The expression on his face was like a spring breeze

Jenna felt uncomfortable all over and stared at Rayan with a dull look.

"Jen, how are you?" Rayan walked up to her as he completely ignored Hansen. He looked at her and asked, with a concerned look on his face. There was pain and uncertainty in his eyes. Ever since she left so abruptly yesterday morning, he had been a little restless. After thinking for a while, he was even more bewildered about Jenna's words and deeds. He was worried that Hansen was threatening her.

He went over to the Richards Group early this morning to look for Jenna. However, the people there informed him that Jenna did not come to work today, which made him panic. He did not know what was going on with Jenna. The image of her pale face and tear-stricken eyes clouded his head. He was extremely uncomfortable and restless. He managed to track Hansen, and it led him to this place.

Sure enough, it did not take long for him to see them walking down together. They looked very compatible and intimate. It seemed like their current relationship was different than before.

Rayan's heart sank. His face looked bleak.

"Rayan, I..." Jenna felt pressured, but she didn't dare to say anything because Hansen was here. The other day, he had already warned her to draw a line with Rayan. Every time he saw Rayan with her, it would make him furious. Now that he was here, she was petrified.

"Oh, it looks like I am in the way. Please continue." Unexpectedly, Hansen caught on to the situation and said open-mindedly. Jenna then realized that Hansen had already let go of her waist. He had also turned around and walked to one side, allowing them to have a private conversation.