Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 183

"Jenna, where are you?" Hansen's anxious voice sounded through the phone.

Jenna hadn't spoken for a long time and a poignant smile gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Jenna, speak, where are you?" Hansen's voice became even more anxious. He kept asking over the phone.

Jenna had a sneer on her face.

"I'm now in the living room of Richards Manor," she said aloud, enunciating each word slowly.

After only saying a few words, she resolutely hung up the phone, turned it off, and put it back into her bag.

At this instant, Hansen's phone fell to the ground as he was shocked. His heart sank immediately.

The thing he feared the most finally came even though he tried to cover it up so that Jenna would not find out. In the end, she still did!

Why, why didn't she listen to him? Why did she go back to Richards Manor?

Wasn't she digging her own grave?

He was already trying to come up with a plan, why couldn't she be more patient?

This thought only stayed for a second before he realized something more terrifying. He then rushed downstairs and sped toward Richards Manor.

Jenna, wait for me, please don't do anything stupid! Hansen shouted inwardly.

Georgia and the others were also in the living room. Would they hurt her?

Almost no one in that family would help her!

What would happen to her?

Anxiety flooded his mind. He ran the red lights along the way and rushed toward Richards Manor as fast as he could.

"Young Madam, let's go upstairs and rest," Aunt Ella whispered worriedly beside Jenna.

"Okay," Jenna finally returned to her senses, smiled, and answered briefly.

Aunt Ella helped her as they walked upstairs cautiously.

Jenna's consciousness was still slack. She couldn't concentrate and her body felt numb. Aunt Ella helped her as she walked mechanically. Sometimes she would stumble between the stairs, then Aunt Ella would help her up and stabilize her, talking softly beside her.

The whole walk from the stairs to the bedroom, Jenna's mind was blank. Even as Aunt Ella helped her sit down on the sofa, her eyes were still empty and they had no focus.

"Young Madam, wake up," Aunt Ella said with tears in her eyes. "That family has been that way since the past, always using their power to bash others. You must act wise, Young Madam. Don't fret about them. Young Master likes you, I know that. Don't be discouraged or intimidated by them. You have to be strong."

With tears in her eyes, Aunt Ella rubbed Jenna's hands. Poor child! She thought to herself.

How harsh the reality was!

Women were most afraid of encountering these things.

Nevertheless, what was done was done, and they must be strong and face these problems.

Aunt Ella could only keep comforting her.

But what worried Aunt Ella most was that this time, even Old Madam who had always stood by her side to defend her agreed that the Young Master should marry Aria. What did this indicate?

It meant that Aria would soon become Mrs. Richards. Young Madam would be miserable then!

Thinking of this, she felt worried for Jenna.

At present, they could only count on the Young Master!

But, Aunt Ella still didn't know who the Young Master's feelings belonged to.

She even heard rumors a few days ago that it was Young Master who sent Young Madam away due to Aria’s pregnancy.

If so...

Aunt Ella barely dared to think about it.

All she could do at the moment was to accompany Jenna during these low times.

There were no tears in Jenna's eyes and her senses gradually came back. When she returned to reality, she saw Aunt Ella beside her wiping her tears with a tissue. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

'Aunt Ella, I want to rest. You may leave," Jenna smiled at her. She was grateful for Aunt Ella's company.

"Young Madam, don't do anything stupid. Young Master likes you. Don't be discouraged and don't lose your cool. Even though she is pregnant, it's no use if the baby turns out to be a girl. As long as

Young Master likes you, everything will be fine. The more important thing is who is in Young Master's heart," Aunt Ella reminded her. She then felt relieved when she saw that Jenna had recovered her senses.

Women were to be loved by men. As long as there was love from their beloved man, that was enough. Young Master must love Young Madam a lot. Aunt Ella was experienced in relationships; she could sense it. Thinking of this, Aunt Ella was also relieved.

"Don't worry, Aunt Ella. I know what to do, thank you for your concern." Jenna nodded and smiled slightly. Even so, she couldn't help but feel nauseated and wanted to vomit.

Aunt Ella saw her tired expression and was convinced that she really wanted to rest. Therefore, she urged her over and over again until Jenna agreed to all the terms and conditions. Only then did she leave.

As soon as Aunt Ella walked out, Jenna stood up and quickly locked the door.

Just as she turned around, her insides turned to jelly. Her stomach was churning. She instantly rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

Only when she finished vomiting did the nausea subside.

After she finished vomiting, she was sweating all over and she struggled to get up but failed miserably.

Putting down the toilet lid, she leaned against it while panting lightly.

Her mind was still blank; she was lost. She didn't know what the next step was.

She wanted to stand up and rest on the cozy bed but she didn't have any strength.

When Hansen rushed in hurriedly, he found out that the door was locked.

"Jenna!" he yelled anxiously outside. When there was no response, he took out the key to open the door.

The door cracked open. He then saw that the bedroom was empty.

"Jenna, Jenna!" He was sweating horribly from being in such a hurry as he shouted.

The bathroom door was closed.

He ran toward the bathroom.

"Jenna, are you in there?" He knocked on the door a few times. The door wouldn't budge as it was locked from the inside.

He was sure that she was in the bathroom, hence he knocked harder. When she did not respond, he looked inside through the gap between the wall and the door. He shouted, "Jenna, are you inside? Open the door."

Jenna leaned weakly against the toilet lid. Hansen's anxious voice rang in her ears. She was so weak that she could not even stand up.

He slammed on the door very loudly. His once so soothing voice sounded so sharp and harsh that instant.

She covered her ears with her hands and shrieked.

It was so painful. The sound was so piercing and painful to hear as it echoed in her head. Her head was spinning and her stomach was getting more and more uncomfortable. Her hands were trembling. She opened up the toilet lid and started puking again.

She burst into tears as she vomited. Mucus flowed out from her nose and her face flushed red.

Repeatedly wiping her face with the toilet paper, her nose and lips were rubbed red.

Hansen heard low noises and running water inside. He didn't know what was happening, thus he got even more anxious.

Unfortunately, there was no spare key for the bathroom. He was worried that something might happen to her inside, therefore he knocked on the door harder and shouted.

Aunt Ella saw Hansen rush back and knew instantly that he came back for Young Madam. Feeling very pleased and happy for Jenna, she hurriedly followed behind him.

"Young Madam, Young Master is back to see you.

Please open the door,'¹ Aunt Ella yelled outside.

After a while, Jenna finally calmed down, wiped the dirt on her face, and slowly stood up.

They were just too noisy!

She wanted to go out!

As she opened the door, even when her face was as pale as a ghost, her eyes were calm.

"Jenna." Hansen saw Jenna walking out from the bathroom unharmed. He rushed toward her and hugged her tightly.

Aunt Ella smiled, left the room, and closed the door.

"Jenna, I..." Hansen hugged her tightly, not knowing what to say.

Jenna was held tightly in his arms. Smelling the familiar mint cologne, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Let go of me."

"No, Jenna, I don't want to let you go," Hansen said in a panic as he hugged her even tighter and muttered something to himself.

"Let me go!" Jenna bit her lip and shouted.

"No, please don't do this, Jenna." Hansen held her tightly and shook his head. He felt goosebumps rising on his skin as Jenna spoke with that cold and determined voice. He had never heard her speak in such a way before and it terrified him.

She knew about everything and she hated him.

"Jenna, don't. Please listen to me." Embracing her tightly, he lowered his head and kissed her cheek hard. It seemed like the only way to truly have her and let her know how much he loved her.

Jenna's body was too weak to fight his powerful arms. She could not escape while he was kissing her.

His kisses were like raindrops on her face. All the kisses were making her face a little heated up.

Jenna was heartbroken but she couldn't bear to refuse him. Thus, she only bit her lips hard and dodged all his kisses, doing her best to show her disinterest in him.

Hansen was not willing to give up. His lips consumed her lips, his tongue was against her teeth, crazy and persistent. Not long later, she groaned. She was no match for him. Taking advantage of this, his tongue entered. He completely possessed her and kissed her contentedly. He figured that this was the only way to have her as his own; this was the only way to not be afraid that she would leave him.

A drop of tear slipped from the corner of Jenna's eyes.

No, she must be cautious. She would not be tricked by his so-called love anymore. She would not allow herself to be completely controlled and her feelings fooled around with.

At the right opportunity, she aimed and bit down on his lips.

She didn't let go until she tasted blood in their mouths.

Hansen had gone crazy. Despite having blood trickling down the corners of his mouth, he didn't feel any pain at all and continued to kiss her regardless.

A strong stench of blood permeated between them. The scent was so horrid that Jenna suddenly felt nauseated again. She didn't know where the strength came from but she somehow managed to push him away.