Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)
Chapter 340

Kissing her lips cautiously, he tasted it slowly, as if he was appreciating a precious piece of art. He pried open her white teeth with his sharp tongue and ran it immodestly wild in her mouth. Jenna's consciousness began to depart from her, little by little. His kiss was so passionate and forceful that it almost siphoned all her breath away.

Almost as soon as she saw him, their own feelings and desires would run amok. There was no language fit to explain such a phenomenon.

She was willing to give him everything, and she had never really resisted him in her heart. Otherwise, she would not have come today.

When Hansen's lips and tongue tickled the sensitive part on her shoulder gently. This beautiful feeling was as sweet as sugar, reciting and purring praises to welcome him.

This purring provoked Hansen's nerves which were about to snap. He couldn't wait to pick her up and bring her to the bed.

When this adorable and soft woman appeared in front of him, Hansen felt that he was about to explode. If he did not let it out, blood would drain from him and claim his life. With one swift motion, he yanked off the robe that was in his way. His hot, red lips nipped on her trembling pink lips, and then, he would not stop...

The man's kiss on her lips was like a burning fire, with waves of desire in her body. That kind of deliberately suppressed emotion was constantly gushing out, making her whole body tremble violently. Her bones seemed to have been pulled out of her body, leaving only a pool of water, soft and boneless.

Back when she had first seen him the day before, she had already predicted that this would happen.

She did not resist and her body involuntarily yielded to him. She loved this man and had given birth to his son. This was the only man in her life who had been with her body. What she was doing now, it was no accident. She was still a woman after all!

"Jenna, I want you. I love you." His hoarse and low voice rang next to her ears. The sound of his desire for love was even more pleasing to listen to, drowning her in intoxication.

Jenna opened her eyes in a daze and saw Hansen's red, swollen face. Desire was written all over his face, and his eyes were red from the torment. The light in his eyes was as bright as a trapped beast, as if it was about to tear her apart.

Instinctively, she shivered for a second, and the muscles all over her body became a little rigid.

She was really afraid that the man on her would tear her into two halves, and she was even more afraid that the long-lost joy that rose from the bottom of her heart would fill the emptiness she used to have. She was greedy for more, making her shy and afraid. She was afraid that she would fall onto the path of no return and would never be able to be free of his shackles.

It was only until Hansen had thrust himself straight inside her that he had completely seized her.

The feeling of discomfort mixed with joy made her slightly part her mouth. Unable to control her feelings, she softly called out, "Hansen", and there were no more words left, only their intense gasps and groans. As he moved, she could not help but to tangle around his neck and get drawn into his rhythm.

This almost made Hansen's blood boil. It was as if he had just received a reward. That kind of passion was even more uncontrollable and pleasurable to the extreme.

The two tangled with each other. Their excitement and passion for reunion made them forget about each other. They immersed themselves in it and tried their best to take from each other. As if they had drifted to the clouds for a long time, unwilling to come down.

Even when the night had arrived, they still couldn't part from each other. Wave after wave of passion heaved them into climax, into eternity.

She almost fell asleep in exhaustion. When she woke up, Hansen clung to her fiercely again and again. It was not until the morning of the next day that Hansen picked her up and put her into the bath, feeling content. He cleaned her body for her and finally wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to the bed. Holding her in his arms, they fell asleep again.

This sleep lasted for a long time.

When she opened her eyes again, Jenna felt that her whole body was sore as if her bones had been dislodged. However, deep in her heart, she felt utterly gratified and comfortable.

This feeling colored her face with a deep scarlet.

"D*mn it, what kind of feeling is this?" she mentally screamed.

Thinking of the craziness she had experienced with Hansen all day long, her face turned redder.

How could she, of all people, be so self-indulgent?

This thought was enough to give her a shock!

She opened her eyes.

Hansen's handsome face was right in front of her. He was hugging her tightly, and she was lying comfortably in his embrace.

That kind of feeling was so familiar.

She used to be in love with this embrace and revelled in it a few times. Now, did she still want to do this?

She was so panicked that she rolled over and was about to sit up.

"What's wrong?" It was obvious that Hansen had been awakened by her. He asked in a sleepy voice, his eyes opening lazily.

Jenna's face was red. After looking into his eyes, the blush had only seemed to spread, making her more bashful.

Hansen's heart skipped a beat. He reached out to stroke her face and caressed her pink lips with his finger. He chuckled softly and said, "It's not like it's the first time. You've even given birth to our child. Why are you still so shy?"

"Who's shy?" All these words made Jenna ashamed and angry. She shoved him away and sat up.

Hansen's hand unnervingly reached through the hem of her clothes and travelled deeper to caress her smooth skin. His face was full of longing.

"You must be starving," he said in a soft voice. To be exact, the real reason he woke up was that he was hungry. Thinking about it, they had been passionately at the behest of their desires and hadn't eaten anything for a whole day.

Upon hearing his question, Jenna finally realized that her stomach was empty and she was starving.

"Are we going out to eat, or are we having takeout?" Hansen also sat up and asked for her opinion.

Going out to eat? Jenna didn't want to go out. There weren't a lot of people in Wullen Town. Walking on the streets so openly with Hansen, she thought it was inappropriate, so she shook her head instantly. "No, let's have take-outs instead." She replied without hesitation.

Hansen's eyes deepened and he quickly understood what she meant. She was afraid that someone would see her if she went out with him.

At the thought of this, he felt a little depressed, a little bit more coldness slithered into his eyes.

He, Mr. Richards, had never been looked down upon by a woman who did not dare to show him off. However, this woman was different. She was his wife. It looked as if she had not truly accepted him in her heart.

He took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and dialled the restaurant's phone number that he found in the guest room's directory. Then he ordered a few expensive dishes for them to be delivered to his

room.

After the two got up and tidied up, Jenna took the lead in arranging the food on the table.

She was famished.

When the smell of the food drifted in, both of them were already starving.

Since she had been breastfeeding Jerry, Jenna's appetite seemed to have grown. She grabbed a plate and utensils, starting to wolf the food down.

"Slow down. Be careful. Don't choke yourself." Hansen looked at her, concerned. It had been a long time since she looked this way. Thinking of her situation, his heart ached, and he felt that he had failed his responsibility as a man. His guilt simmered again.

At this time, Jenna was eating so fast that it was as though she had starved for a few days straight.

She thought of Jerry. This time, she hadn't returned for the entire night. How was Jerry doing? Would Sara be able to take care of him?

If he didn't drink breast milk in the evening, he might have cried for the whole night.

The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached. She didn't even hear Hansen's question, and her face was eclipsed with anxiety. However, she did not forget the purpose of her visit. After the meal, she was ready to have a good talk with the man in front of her! She wanted him to let go of Jerry and let her off!

This was the real reason she had come to 'sacrifice herself'.

She was afraid that if Hansen found out about her true intentions, he would explode with rage. However, she couldn't care less about this!

She ate very quickly. However, Hansen was blankly watching her eat. His face was a portrait of loneliness.

"Hurry up and eat. After eating, I want to talk to you." Jenna was worried for Jerry. She only wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible. So, she urged him to finish eating quickly before getting to the point.

"What do you want to talk about? We can talk now." Upon hearing Jenna's words, Hansen set down his spoon and wanted to hear what she had to say. In fact, he himself also had a lot of saying to do. "Hansen, please let Jerry go. Just leave him to me." Jenna didn't want to waste any more time beating around the bush. She went straight to the point. "For you, Jerry is just one of your children. For me, Jerry is my life, my only hope. I really can't hand him over to you. Other than that, I can promise you anything. As your ex-wife, I beg you to agree to my request."

When Jenna said this, she raised her head. Her bright eyes were fogged with mist, and her beautiful little face was filled with a pleading expression.

She knew better than anyone else that the only way for her to realize her dream was to beg him.

Hansen's face blanched. This woman had come all the way here to beg him to let her and her child off the hook. They were both in love. Hadn't she ever thought of going back with him?

His eyes gradually turned cold, his face was covered with a thin layer of ice. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the door being slammed.

"What's the matter?" Hansen asked, furrowing his sword-shaped eyebrows.

"Mr. Richards, Jerry is ill." The voice of Alvin rang outside. He was a little jumpy.

Jerry? Jenna didn't respond for a moment. When it finally sank in, her heart skipped a beat and she burst into tears. She rose to her feet and rushed outside.

"Jenna, don't worry, wait for me." Hansen saw Jenna losing her mind and ran out crying. In a flash, he grabbed her hand and said in a low voice, "I'll go with you."

At this moment, Jenna's heart was taken over by Jerry's sickly face, and she couldn't hear anything.

D*mn it, she hadn't returned last night. How much must he have cried the night before? How could a child who hadn't been weaned off be used to leaving his mother suddenly? When she thought about this, she became even more heartbroken. No matter what Hansen said or did, she couldn't register anything at all. She was blindly rushing home. "Jenna, don't worry. Alvin has been watching over him the whole time. If something really happened, he would have come and told us earlier. He wouldn't come this late." Hansen held her hand tightly and comforted her softly. Although he tried to persuade her, he didn't dare to stop. He took her hand and walked straight out.

He couldn't be at ease. What if she had rushed out onto the open street and crashed into a car? If that happened, how could he live with that for the rest of his life?