Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)
Chapter 372

"Lomen, is there anything that important that he has to be there for so long?" He asked in a deep voice.

"It's to solve the problem of the auto spare parts' raw materials. Initially, it was planned to be one week's, but it was postponed to two months. It seems that they must have been in a bind," said Lomen, as he pondered.

"Have you found out what the problem is?" Trevor put down the book he was reading, and gently rapped on the table with his knuckles.

"Mr. Trevor, Hansen met someone in Wullen Town." Lomen said carefully, raising his eyes to look at Trevor.

"Who is it?" Trevor asked immediately.

"He accidentally met Jenna in Wullen Town," Lomen said in a soft voice as he surveyed Trevor, with a happy look on his face.

"What? Jenna." Trevor was so shocked that he stood up and asked, "Is what you said true?"

"It's absolutely true. I've seen it for myself." Lomen replied with certainty.

"Jenna, so that's where you went! Wullen Town.

Why did you go there?" Trevor thought.

His eyes darkened. "It's no wonder that Hansen will only come back after two months. It's all because he has encountered you, that unfinished chapter in his heart. It turns out that it was for you."

He paced back and forth in the room, with his back a little hunched. His sparse hair was combed neatly, but it was unable to conceal the fact that age had left him rather worn out.

There came the thing he was most worried about. For Hansen, that was the most difficult hurdle. If he failed to overcome that hurdle, he would not be able to lead a normal life. Over the past two years, he had watched how his son had lived. As a father, his heart ached badly, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Mr. Trevor, I have to congratulate you first." Lomen had been by Trevor's side since he was young. In the past few years, Trevor had fainted and had fallen into a coma. It had shattered his heart. Seeing that he had recovered and returned to his side, he really could not bear to see him worry about Hansen. It seemed that he had been worrying about Hansen ever since he recovered. Although he did not say it, Lomen could still tell.

"What's there to congratulate?" Trevor stopped in his tracks and looked up at Lomen, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"I would like to congratulate you on being a grandfather. Jenna has already given birth to a healthy boy. That boy looks exactly like Hansen, like how he had been in his younger years, very adorable." Lomen smiled.

"My grandson." Trevor's eyes shone brightly. The dark clouds from earlier seemed to have been suddenly blown away by a gust of wind, and then came the golden sun. He asked in a trembling voice, "Are you saying that I already have a grandson?"

"Yes, Mr. Trevor. Congratulations. Your grandson is already a year old and is a very cute boy." Lomen answered loudly, as if he was afraid that he would not believe it. He took out his phone, clicked open a photo, and handed it to Trevor.

Trevor's eyes gleamed with excitement. His hand trembled slightly as he accepted the phone that was handed to him. On the phone's screen, there was a chubby little fellow holding a car toy and smiling foolishly, revealing two little canine teeth. His adorableness could not be described in words.

"Grandson. My grandson," Trevor muttered to himself. He used his hand to touch the screen and zoomed in the photo as much as possible. Then, he picked up the glasses on the desk and put them on. He placed the phone in front of the glasses and inspected it thoroughly. Gradually, tears welled up in his eyes as he said, "This really is my grandson. He is a carbon copy of Hansen. He really is. Good, good. It's all thanks to Jenna. To the Richards family, she deserves all the credit."

He kept mumbling, overwhelmed with excitement. "Quick, Lomen, send this photo to me. Hansen, this kid, he didn't tell us when he saw my grandson. He didn't even send me a photo. What a jerk in every sense of the word."

Trevor looked elated. He handed the phone back to Lomen, and said to him.

"I got you, I got you." Lomen hurriedly took the phone and sent the photo to Trevor.

Trevor immediately set the photo of the little guy as his phone's wallpaper. He looked at it lovingly, and caressed it. How he wished he could have grabbed him out of the phone. For a moment, he forgot what he wanted to say.

"Mr. Trevor, he was sick a few days ago. Then, Hansen transferred a medical team over from A City. Now he's alright," said Lomen with a faint smile.

"Sick?" When Trevor heard these words, he immediately became anxious. He quickly raised his eyes and asked nervously, "Jenna and my grandson, are they all fine now? Also, when will they come back?" "Mr. Trevor, please be rest assured that they are all fine now." He nodded his head with certainty. After that, his eyes darkened.

"That's great. What's wrong? Why haven't they come back yet? Why hadn't Hansen brought my grandson back?" Trevor was finally able to think clearly and asked again.