Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)
Chapter 455

"Jenna, let's go back. I can't let you drink anymore," Sergio said gently. He held back his desire for her and reached out his arms to carry her out of the blue.

"No, I want to drink. Please, give me the wine." Jenna was drunk and no longer had control over her actions. She had drunk away her sorrows and she no longer remembered what had happened. All she wanted was to drink to her heart's content. Hence, she punched and kicked him as she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Sergio raised the wine bottle in his hand and threw it into the river. He carried her with both arms and headed straight for the car.

"Let her go." A booming voice rang from behind.

Sergio was stunned when he heard the voice. He stopped in his tracks and was about to turn around.

With a thud, someone punched him in the face. In an instant, Sergio felt dizzy and there was a burning sensation on his cheeks.

A pair of strong arms snatched away the woman in his arms and the person warned him in a harsh voice. "How dare you do this to her? You really are courting death."

Sergio steadied himself and Hansen's face appeared in front of him. He was seething with anger.

"Sergio, what exactly are you up to? Jenna is my wife. What exactly are you trying to do?" Hansen shook with fury and bellowed at the top of his lungs.

He received a call from Sabrina saying that Jenna had returned. Sabrina told him that Jenna was aware of his affair and was looking everywhere for him. She said that Jenna had already run out of the company.

His heart sank and he almost passed out when he heard the news.

D*mn. If Jenna knew what he had done, what would happen... He did not dare to think about it.

He did not expect Jenna to return so soon. He thought that she would spend at least a week abroad. However, she returned only after three days.

Why did she have to come back so quickly? Immense sorrow clouded his eyes and he thought silently to himself.

He did not have any time to ponder over this matter. Flustered, he spun around and dashed out of the office.

He searched high and low for her but to no avail. Hence, he thought of this place by the riverside.

He recalled that she had once become drunk over here when she was in distress. As a result, misfortune had almost befallen her when she encountered two scoundrels. The thought crossed his mind and he was on tenterhooks.

He dashed right over to have a look. Surely enough, she was there. However, Sergio was there as well. In fact, he was carrying her.

Fury swelled inside him at the sight of Sergio.

How dare he carry Jenna in his arms? He had gone overboard.

Fury surged through him and he dashed over to punch him in the face.

"What do I plan to do?" Sergio rubbed his cheeks, which was swollen from the punch, and sneered. He asked sternly, "Hansen, you know that she is your wife. What have you done to her?"

What had he done? His eyelids drooped but he did not utter a word.

"Since you can't give her happiness and are unable to protect her, you don't have the right to say something like that." Sergio sniggered and jeered.

Hansen clenched his fists as he hugged Jenna tightly. He used so much force that his knuckles turned white.

"Hansen, you're here." Jenna felt the familiar sense of warmth as she breathed in his familiar scent. It put her at ease. Even though she was drunk and could not think straight, she could still recognize at once that it was Hansen. She then hugged him tightly and cried, "Hansen, are you abandoning me? Have you fallen for another woman?"

She pounded on his chest as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her tears soon soaked his suit. However, she was still wailing in agony.

Hansen thought of the decision he had made that morning and felt a stab in his heart. His heart ached so terribly for her that he could barely speak due to the pain.

He hugged her tightly and neither answered her, nor did he comfort her.

"I warn you. She is my wife. Please stay away from her in the future. I bet you know how immoral this is and how it will impact your reputation if people know that you are trying to snatch my wife from me." Hansen's expression darkened as he gnashed his teeth and bellowed at Sergio. He shot him a withering stare and his eyes blazed murderously.

He knew very well what was on Sergio's mind. He was aware that Sergio liked Jenna and wanted her to be his wife. However, Jenna was his wife. How infuriating! How dare he insult him.

To his annoyance, Sergio only laughed and sneered. "Hansen, take care of her. Don't you dare betray her. If you do, I will be more than happy if she chooses me instead."

After saying this, he gave Hansen a wry smile and said, "Remember to hand over the evidence as soon as possible. My superiors are becoming impatient."

Upon finishing the sentence, he smirked and did not look at them anymore. He then turned around and left.

Hansen's expression darkened and it was apparent that he was smoldering with resentment. He clenched his teeth and tried his best to restrain himself. After tightening his grip around Jenna, who was still sobbing in his arms, he hugged her tightly as he walked towards the Hummer.

The car pulled over and he headed straight for Richards Manor.

Perhaps she was too drunk or perhaps she was just exhausted, Jenna soon fell asleep in the back seat.

The sunlight streamed in through the window. The room was flooded with warm and golden sunlight.

Hansen stood by the bed and stared at Jenna who was fast asleep. Her brows were furrowed and it was apparent that she was in distress, even in her dreams.

Her breathing was ragged and her shirt was soaked with sweat and alcohol. It pressed against her chest, exposing her breasts. Her skin was rosy, probably due to the alcohol and it looked very delicate and tender.

Hansen glanced at her and a look of anguish crossed his face. He caressed her face gently and wiped away her tears as he smoothed over her brows with his hand.

"Jenna, don't worry. I will try my best to protect you. I will never let you go to jail or hurt you."

"Keep in mind that no matter what happens, you must be strong and take good care of Jerry."

He bent down and unbuttoned her shirt.

"Don't, don't go, don't leave me!" Suddenly, Jenna cried in her dream. She reached out her hand to hold his hand and murmured anxiously.

As soon as her hand met his, she seized it and held it tightly as she placed it against her chest. She then turned around and dozed off.

Hearing her desperate pleas and cries of agony, Hansen allowed her to clutch tightly to his hand. His heart ached terribly and he gasped in pain.

"Jenna, wake up. Your clothes are wet. You have to change. You will catch a cold if you sleep in this state," he said gently in a low voice. There was affection in his tone.

"No, I don't want you to leave," Jenna mumbled and tightened her grip. Her muscles tensed and she was not going to let go of him.

A faint smile touched the corners of his lips and he looked at her affectionately.

He could only reach out his arms to carry her to the bathroom.

His suit was soaked with her tears and sweat as well. In fact, he was in far more distress to see her in agony.

"Jenna, be a good girl. I'll clean you up first, okay? Behave yourself." Once the bathtub was filled with water, he unbuttoned her shirt and carried her into the bathtub. He then slowly pushed her hand away. Immersed in the warm water, Jenna felt increasingly uneasy and stretched out her arms to wrap them around his waist.

Hansen chuckled and grabbed a towel as he began to clean her up.

The rising temperature woke Jenna up. She became sober in an instant and her eyes widened in surprise.

Hansen's athletic figure appeared before her. His muscles were flexing as he supported her with his strong arm to prevent her from drowning in the water, as he wiped her body with a towel by using the other hand.

Jenna was stunned for a while and stared at him. She was barely awake and stared at him without uttering a word.

Sensing her gaze, Hansen turned to look at her. His eyes were clear and bright.

"Are you awake?" he asked gently. However, he continued wiping her body gently and carefully. He was being extremely patient and focused.

Jenna felt the warmth of his skin against hers and looked down in surprise. To her dismay, she was naked. Hansen had removed her clothes. She flushed scarlet in embarrassment and reached out to hold his hand as she glanced at him.

Hansen was looking at her as well. His eyes were clear and moist. There was no desire in his eyes.

Jenna's heart sank. She was his wife, yet he was not aroused in front of her although she was naked. Had Liya satisfied his desire in the past few days when she was away?

Feeling crestfallen, she demanded him. "Hansen, have you betrayed me?"

Her voice was hoarse and it was filled with sorrow. A look of anguish crossed her face and she stared straight at him without blinking her eyes.

Hansen's muscles tensed and he could not bear to look at her. He lowered his head and pulled her hand away before he immersed himself in the water and hugged her tightly. He didn't say anything for a long time.

Jenna panicked when she did not get a response. She raised her head as tears welled up in her eyes. She poked his chest and asked, "Hansen, tell me. Don't you love me anymore? Have you fallen for another woman? Tell me! I want you to tell me yourself."

She didn't mention Liya's name as she did not wish to make him feel ashamed. She just hoped that he could tell her the truth. If he really did have an affair with Liya, she would forgive him as long as he was honest about it and promised not to repeat his mistakes. After all, he was Jerry's father.

Despite the rising temperature, the atmosphere was tense.

Jenna's breathing grew ragged.

Hansen's handsome features were filled with distress as he caressed her gently. He whispered into her ears and said, "Jenna, I will always love you. Please remember this. No matter what I do, it's for your sake. Please believe me."

What did he mean by that? His answer was so vague. Was he hinting that his feelings for her had already changed? Or did he mean something else? She could not wrap her head around it.

It had only been a few days.

All of a sudden, she was filled with despair and only wanted to cry.