Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)
Chapter 358

"You're still having a slight fever," she said softly. "Let's stop playing and get some rest, okay?" Jenna tidied up the things and picked Jerry up.

Jenna carried Jerry into the bedroom and put him on the bed. Perhaps he was really exhausted, because not long after he was put on the bed, he fell asleep.

Jenna covered him with a blanket and touched his forehead worriedly. She couldn't be rest assured, because after all, he had been discharged from the hospital before he even recovered.

"Don't worry." Hansen came in the room and reached out to hold her hand. He said in a soft voice, "The team of professionals is coming here now. It will only take one or two hours for them to arrive. Let's get something to eat first. Well need the energy to take care of Jerry later."

His voice was very soft and soothing. This gentle and considerate side of Hansen had not been shown before. He was totally different from his bossy, dictatorial past. Now that he had been showing this side of him more than once, it was making Jenna think she had been under an illusion all this while, and that she had misunderstood this man. This side of him was the

real him.

She slowly raised her head to meet his eyes. His gaze was like fire, sending warmth her way. His smile too, was heartwarming.

After being dazed for a moment, she remembered how Jerry had started taking his medicine obediently after Hansen had whispered into his ear. Curious, she couldn't help but to ask, "What did you say to Jerry? How come he would be willing to take the medicine?"

Hansen was stunned, but soon, he got what she meant. His lips curved into a smile. "That's a secret between us men. There's no revealing it."

Seriously?

Jenna got annoyed by the smug look on his face. It hadn't been that long, but they had already grown this close, even having their own secret and not letting her know what it was.

At such a young age, Jerry had become a man!

She didn't know whether to cry or to laugh about it, but that twinge of disappointment was unavoidable.

Looking at her disappointed face, the smile on his face grew bigger.

Sara had seen it all.

Even as a bystander, the chemistry and closeness Jenna and Hansen showed when they were feeding Jerry his medicine, made her go deep in thought. Not anyone could exhibit this kind of synergy with another. The more they acted that way, the more she could not calm her nerves. This monogamous daughter of hers, was obviously still in love with Hansen.

Could Hansen give her everything though?

With such concerns and doubts, Sara's eyes became even colder as she looked at Hansen.

At night, the medical team arrived. As soon as they entered through the door, the head of the team began to flit around Jerry immediately. Just to be safe, he did a blood test. After the blood test, they sent some people back to A City to have the test examined there through the night, and to have the results of the test sent via the Internet.

After some bustling, the results came out in the latter half of the night. It was also confirmed that Jerry was infected with pneumonia. The team had already brought the medication with them. They started treating Jerry at twice the speed.

Later that night, Alvin brought the medical team to a hotel to get a room, leaving only a nurse in the bedroom to take care of Jerry.

"Go and take a rest. You can take it easy now. The doctor said that he will recover in about a week." After the professionals had left, Hansen looked at Jenna's gaunt face and her cracked lips. His heart ached with pity for her. He stroked her face, comforting her gently.

"What about you?" Jenna remembered that this afternoon, when she had dashed to Sheraton Hotel, the clerk had said they had already checked out, so where would he be staying now? He was not planning on staying here, was he? Sara would not allow it.

Sara was harboring so many grudges against Hansen and couldn't even wait to get Jenna another man just so she would give up on him. No way in h*ll would Sara allow Hansen to move in, let alone forgiving him for causing Jenna unimaginable pain from the divorce.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements." Hansen smiled mysteriously, but did not reply.

Never had it crossed Jenna's mind that Hansen had already moved to the house next door. They were in close proximity.

She stood up.

"Jenna." She stood up and turned her head. Her face was nearly against his chest, making her take a step back in shock, but Hansen stretched out his hands and held her tightly.

"Let go," Jenna murmured. This wasn't the hospital, and Sara hadn't gone to bed. There was also a nurse present. However, he did not care. He held her by the waist and lowered his head to meet her eyes, touched her lips with his finger, and said in a low voice, "Sleep tight. Don't think about anything. If I see that you're still so haggard tomorrow, I will not let you get away with it easily."

As he spoke, his light rosy lips moved closer and closer to her red lips.

Jenna blushed, her heart racing. She pushed against his chest with her hands, but this man was too strong for her. She couldn't do anything to him at all. Fortunately, he only smiled at her, not doing anything excessive. However, at this time, they were standing face to face, with her almost leaning on him. It was a very suggestive posture.

Jenna's heart was slamming against her chest, but then she heard a cough. It was from Sara.

She pushed him away, panicking.

Hansen's thin lips curved slightly, forming a ghost of a smile. He finally let go of her. She hurriedly scuttled further away from him.

"Mom, I'll leave for the night." He smirked before turning around, and said to Sara politely, "If there's anything you need, feel free to let me know. Inform me immediately if something happens too. I'll rush over as soon as possible."

His attitude could be described as sincere and polite. As he whirled around, he saw the cold look Sara had on her face. She didn't even glance at him, and snorted after he finished talking.

His eyes darkened as he walked out. Before having one foot out the door, he turned around and took one more look at Jenna. The smile on his face was hazy, yet so real.

Jenna stood quietly, her head tilted slightly as she looked at him.

When did he become so patient? When facing Sara's cold expression, he was able to remain calm. In fact, no one had ever dared to give him the cold face.

Hansen disappeared into the darkness.

Sara stood up from the sofa. She looked slightly unhappy, while her daughter looked flushed, just like a young girl in love. There were even traces of shyness and attachment in her eyes. Her heart was heavy, but considering it was late at night and that Jenna had been working so hard, she did not say a word.

"It's getting late, go and get some sleep," she said flatly.

"Okay, Mom, you sleep soon too. There's a nurse here tonight." Jenna turned around and helped her to her bedroom.

"I should be able to sleep well tonight." Jenna thought to herself.

With heavy eyelids, she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up before climbing into her bed. Her head hadn't even touched the pillow when she drifted off into dreamland.

"Mr. Richards, according to the investigations done in the past few days, the petrochemical factory isn't as simple as we thought. There is a mystery within, and a mastermind behind it. It won't be easy to make a move on Kyrie." Alvin rushed back from the hotel. Ignoring his exhaustion, he reported the whole situation to Hansen.

"As in?" Hansen frowned. He also felt that there was something odd about the factory, but he could not figure out what was it. After listening to what Alvin had disclosed, his face tensed up, his eyes sharpened. "Mr. Richards, based on my investigation, Kyrie was only the director of a small factory ten years ago, but then he became the head of the factory all of a sudden. He had no outstanding performance at work and hired people based on his preferences. It is said that half of the people in the factory are his relatives. Besides, in that committee, other than Eamon Delia, all of them are his people too. As for Eamon Delia, he appeared out of nowhere. I hired someone to do some digging about, where he came from and what his experience entails. However, the investigation fell flat as there is no such person, it's like he appeared out of thin air." Alvin laid out all the doubts he had during the investigation.

"I see." Hansen sneered. "No wonder a century-old factory like this couldn't even retain its employees. It's just too close to going out of business."

"That's right. This is usually the ordeal of all state-owned enterprises. Not to mention, they have people like Kyrie and Eamon, who basically have no management skills. All these years, the factory just stayed at the bottom, not doing anything. What's strange is that Kyrie has always been the head of the factory. No one can undermine that. Therefore, Mr. Richards, under such circumstances, if we would like to inves that much money in it, I can guarantee that it will only go to waste. Those materials produced by the factory can't even be used as one of our auto parts' materials if they don't go through the transformation. It is possible that everything will be to no avail." Alvin sounded agitated and anxious. "According to the information from the insiders, this factory has several branches set up in the mountainous area. The employees who worked in the main factory earn a much higher salary than those of other branches. However, only Kyrie's people are allowed in that area."

Hansen knitted his brows, his eyes blazing with anger. He grabbed onto the edge of the table before him, and clenched it tightly. His knuckles turned white.

"Mr. Richards, I heard that those factories aren't even producing petrochemicals. As for what it is, no one can tell exactly. All in all, it's weirdly mysterious." Alvin suddenly took a step forward and lowered his voice. "There must be something shady in this factory. We can't act impulsively."

Hansen tapped his fingers on the desk as he let out a sigh.

Speaking of a state-owned long-standing factory with a century-old history, the person who was capable of controlling the direction of the factory and the secretary was definitely not an ordinary person. That person had to have something to do with the senior leaders. Who was controlling the factory then? Plus, what was the purpose?

He lowered his head, contemplating whether he should give up on the factory.