Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 35

An emergency operation was ongoing.

Hansen sat on the bench outside the operating room like an ice sculpture. The scene of Jenna pouncing on him, pushing him away, and defending him from the knife attack flashed in his mind.

His expression was dull and his heart was in a mess.

Why did she block the knife for him?

At such a dangerous moment, she rushed over regardless of her own safety and blocked the knife for him. Didn't she know that it was dangerous? Was he worth it?

The door of the operating room opened, and Hansen stood up in a hurry.

"How was it, Director Brooks?" he asked eagerly.

Director Brooks took off his mask, the crow's feet at the corner of his eyes wrinkled together, and then they stretched out again. His tone was as relaxed as he could possibly be, and there was a smile in his tone, "Mr. Richards, don't worry. The patient is not in danger anymore. Fortunately, the wound is not too deep, her organs were not hurt. She will be fine after some rest for a period of time."

"Okay," Hansen breathed a sigh of relief, his tight face softened, "Director Brooks, you have to cure all her wounds at all costs. She got injured for me, I have to take the responsibility. Use the best medicine you can."

"Don't worry, Mr. Richards," Director Brooks responded as he nodded politely.

After a while, the nurse wheeled Jenna out of the operating room.

The woman lying on the bed had no trace of blood on her delicate face, her lips were pale. She seemed as weak as a kitten as she laid quietly, which made people want to look after her. All the coldness and hostility disappeared, a great pain then swept through Hansen's heart. He suddenly felt that this lifeless woman was very unlikeable, he would rather have the fierce woman stand in front of him, looking at him coldly and arguing with him.

All the hatred and dislike for her faded away in his heart.

He thought, when she woke up, no matter what she had done, he would not hate her or be disgusted with her anymore. He wanted to get along with her. Even if they could not be husband and wife, there was no need to be enemies.

Jenna felt like she had slept for a thousand years. It felt as if she had fallen into the bottom of the cliff and was smashed to pieces. She felt like she had gone through a fight with death, and she struggled to open her eyes.

White, pure white.

The white curtain, the white sheets, and the smell of medicine filled her nose. Ever since she was a child, she had been afraid of the smell of medicine, she despised it!

In the empty room, it was silent. When she opened her eyes, she saw the oxygen cylinder on the bedside table and the white bottles hanging on the bedside table. The pure white bottles were dripping down, looking like her mother's tears.

She struggled to get up, but the pain on her back made her exclaim.

Her lips were dry and cracked, her whole body was in pain. There was no one in the huge room.

Where was she?

Her memory slowly came back, and she remembered that she was injured. In order to save Hansen, she stepped forward to protect him, and the knife stabbed her instead.

Why? Why did she save him?

At that dangerous moment, she seemed to have rushed over without thinking. When she saw the bright knife aiming at his neck, she instinctively rushed up to him without hesitation. What kind of force prompted her to proceed with no regard for her life?

Maybe, she must be reluctant to watch him die. She wanted to repay the debts she owed him, and she wanted to find out the truth about her father's death.

No, that didn't seem to be the case.

She didn't want to lose him. She just wanted him to be fine, and she would endure it even if he would only be mad at her.

After getting along with him these few days, she realized that she was more and more unwilling to leave him. She did not want to lose him and she feared this feeling.

No, she shouldn't feel like that. There was no relationship between them anymore!

He was about to marry Aria. That was who he loved! He had nothing to do with her!

She took a knife and was injured for him, but he didn't even come and see her.

She laid alone on the bed. When she opened her eyes, she could only see the white room and felt the terrible silence in the room. She didn't want to feel this way. She was so scared.

Her back was in pain as if it were on fire. She bit her lips and tears flowed out silently.

No one came to see her, no one sympathized with her. They must be laughing at her for overreacting and saving a man who didn't love her. Did she really think she could get even an iota of love from him if she saved him?

How could this be possible?

Aria's cold and mocking face flashed in front of her eyes. Hansen was holding her hand intimately, and his handsome face was looking exuberant.

When did he ever look like that when he was with her?

Why was she so stupid?

A mixture of emotions all surged up, some she had felt before and others she had never experienced. It was getting darker and darker outside the window.

She turned her face to the side and sobbed in a low voice. She would rather die like this, than to be lonely and sad in the future.

The door opened silently.

Hansen came in with a lunch box.

As soon as he walked in, he heard her low and suppressed crying sound, and his heart tightened.

She was awake!

He had never heard Jenna cry so sadly. Her cry was suppressed, her sadness came from the bottom of her heart. The cry sounded so sad and lonely.

His heart also trembled, a different sense of loneliness and sorrow welled up in his heart.

He walked over slowly and gently put the lunch box on the bedside. He bent down to look at her.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her tears kept pouring out like a flood, and her nostrils were flaring and constricting as she breathed gently. She looked like an aggrieved wife. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"Does it still hurt?" He gently stroked the tears on her face and asked softly.

The crying Jenna felt a soft hand touching her face and heard an unbelievably gentle voice asking her a question. It was his pleasant voice with deep magnetism, and paired up with the unique mint smell on his body, they entered her heart. Just like a hot spring flowing through her dry heart, and her heart was inexplicably filled with joy and warmth.

She opened her eyes, her big eyes full of confusion and disbelief.

Hansen was staring at her bright eyes. The light in his eyes was gentle and deep, the previous hostility and disgust had disappeared. His eyes were full of gentleness and it even had some emotions that she could not understand clearly.

They looked at each other. At that moment, Jenna really felt as if she had seen this a long time ago and was familiar with this look. She felt like everything was connected.

At least at this moment, she did not regret saving him.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked softly again and adjusted her quilt with his hand. The temperature in the room was not too low. He was afraid that the air conditioner would exacerbate her dehydration since she lost too much blood, so he deliberately raised the temperature.

Jenna bit her lip and shook her head.

"It must still hurt. You're crying out of pain, I'm going to call the doctor," he sighed softly and was about to walk outside.

"It doesn't hurt," she answered softly, "No need."

Hansen stopped walking and thought for a moment, "Yes, too much anesthesia is not good for your health, especially for women. Just endure it. The doctor said that you've lost too much blood and you need to gain more. Besides, you're too weak. I've asked the kitchen staff to brew some chicken soup for you. You can't eat anything solid for now. Just endure it, you can eat some tomorrow."

While speaking, Hansen took out the chicken soup from the thermos cup and put it on the table at the bedside. "You're too weak. I've already asked a doctor to prescribe you a series of tonics. You should improve your health when you get out of the hospital," Hansen said in a low voice.

Jenna stared at him blankly.

Hansen, who had never taken care of others, looked a little clumsy when he was doing these things, but in Jenna's opinion, all this was a lovely scene to behold.

As the effect of the anesthesia gradually subsided, Jenna's back was swollen and hot, and it was excruciatingly painful. Even when Hansen held her up gently, Jenna still felt so much pain that she inhaled deeper and cried out.

Hansen held her in his arms and supported her with one hand on her back, avoiding the wound. He picked up the spoon with the other hand and slowly fed the soup into Jenna's mouth.

After drinking some hot soup, she finally felt a little better, and her complexion looked healthier.

Hansen gently put her down and let her lay on her side. He lifted her clothes with his hand and checked her wound. Then he called Director Brooks to ask him some questions. After making sure that everything was alright, he let Director Brooks go.

Jenna felt dizzy. She had lost too much blood and felt her strength drained, so she fell asleep again.

At night, the cool autumn wind arrived.

Hansen went into the bathroom and took off his suit. Under the bright light, he realized that his black suit was covered with bloodstains. It was her blood, and the metallic smell of blood filled the bathroom. His hands were shaking!

He went out and made a phone call. After a while, his assistant, Frank Lee sent him a well-made suit. He went into the bathroom and took off all his clothes and threw them into the garbage bag.

He turned on the shower head and stepped into the shower.

His mind was filled with what had happened today. He could not forget it and his mind was in a mess.

After taking a shower, he sat in front of the bed and looked at Jenna absent-mindedly.

Until it got very late, and he fell asleep in front of the bed.

When Jenna woke up in the middle of the night, she realized that she was sleeping in a warm embrace. He was hugging her with his strong arms. He may be afraid that she would turn over and affect the wound so he held her to maintain her position.

His heartbeat was steady and strong, the familiar smell of his body hastened into her nostrils. His aura gathered together and condensed into a stream and dashed straight into her heart. It got her addicted like a poppy flower.

She thought that she was irredeemable.

When everything ended in peace and all the mysteries were unraveled, would she be happy again?

Tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably. She knew that she was too weak, she just wanted to cry.

"Does it hurt?" Hansen, who was sleeping vigilantly, was awakened by the sound of her sniffing. Hearing her crying softly, he hurriedly asked, while his big hand gently stroked her back.

Jenna's heart trembled. She buried her head in his broad chest, her shoulders couldn't help trembling.

She thought they might go their own ways in the future, that they would never see each other again in this life, so she wanted to stay longer in this moment.

Hansen felt her back burning.

He frowned, and the cries of the woman in his arms made him even more confused.

He gently lifted her head out of his arms, held her chin, and looked straight at her with a complicated and deep look in his eyes, "Tell me, why did you save me?"

His words were like a hammer beating at her heart. Why did she save him? Would he understand? Would he know? The person he loved was not her. Of course he would not understand why someone would do something for the person they love. What was the point of saying it?

She did not need any sympathy.

Hansen inhaled deeply and looked at her. This woman, who had just burst into tears, gradually cast a shadow in her eyes after hearing his question. She looked so disappointed, lonely, and aggrieved.

He could not help but lower his head and gently kissed her on the lips. He just wanted to give her a kiss, no more. He kissed the tears away and sealed her lips with love, adore, and tenderness. This

was the first time that Hansen took the initiative to kiss her. It was totally different from before, his kiss was so gentle, it was from the bottom of his heart. She was intoxicated.

The air in the room stopped flowing, what could be vaguely heard was their breathing. His was harsh and heavy, while hers was soft and smooth, but they were simultaneously gasping.

She did not resist, and then slowly responded to him.

His hand was holding tightly and strongly on her back. With her reaction as consent, he kissed deeper, and soon, they were entangled with each other on the bed.

It was not until a long time later that he let her go.