Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)
Chapter 488

Zoella was shocked that she could only stare at his bald head, his ugly features, and the eyes which were staring at her. Her tears started to flow from her eyes.

"Don't worry, my wife. I will do my best to serve you. I will make you feel comfortable, so that you will not leave me in the future." He stared at every inch of her body with his small eyes. He was not in a hurry to embrace her. So, he just took his time, while looking at her, and touched her everywhere.

Zoella felt that she had lost her dignity, as if she were a prostitute who was being violated by a disgusting man. However, she could do nothing about it.

If she had a knife, she would immediately kill Oscar and then herself after that.

Her mind was clear, although she could not move her body.

She watched Oscar's ugly hand violating her and his bloodshot eyes, which were staring at her. Then, he threw himself at her like a hungry wolf.

Zoella's mind was clear from the beginning until she was torn and possessed by him. She bit her lips tightly, and her tears dried out.

For her, this was a s*xual assault, which was a great shame.

Her virginity that she had protected for 29 years, had been destroyed by this disgusting man in such a trivial way.

Oscar lay down on her body for a short break after he was satisfied. He was so excited from this unexpected fortune.

Zoella was still a virgin.

This was simply beyond Oscar's expectations.

His whole body trembled out of excitement. He looked at the dark red bloodstains on the sheets beneath Zoella's body. After a short rest, he began to plunder wildly again.

Zoella opened her eyes with all her might and endured Oscar's torment. She directed all the hatred towards Hansen and even tried her best to open her eyes. She tried to imagine Hansen's handsome looks and facial features. Only by doing so could she relieve the pain from her body.

Later at night, her limbs started to regain their mobility as the effects from the drug started to wear off. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Oscar was in high spirits, and he was taking out a rope and a whip from the box of s*x toys next to her. As her hands and feet were bound by this perverted man, she closed her eyes in despair and horror.

At dawn, the door of the room finally opened automatically.

Oscar slept like a baby after his carnal desires were satisfied.

Zoella's body was aching. There were wounds and bruises everywhere and her lower body was burning in pain.

Oscar had tortured her the whole night. The pain and assault that he inflicted on her almost drove her to insanity. Her eyes were red, and her lips were bleeding as she bit her lips tightly the night before. She overcame the pain, rolled over, and climbed up. She frantically searched in the room. If there was a knife, she would definitely have castrated Oscar. However, there were only ropes and whips. She had never thought that Oscar would be so greedy for s*x. He was simply a beast.

She tried her best to tie Oscar's feet and fixed them on the bed. While he was in his deep sleep, she tied up Oscar's hands and turned around to close the door.

She raised the whip in her hand and whipped him hard.

The hatred she had subsided slightly as she heard Oscar screaming at the top of his lungs.

It wasn't until she was exhausted and could no longer raise the whip that she stopped. Then, she opened the door and ran out.

If it weren't for the sake of Matteo and the fact that she had to take advantage of him, she would definitely have castrated him or killed him that day. She would not let go of this disgusting man.

In the antique bathroom of the Yates family, Zoella soaked herself in a bathtub made of marble. Her face was as pale as ash, and her eyes were full of horror.

Terrifying whip marks, bite marks, kissing marks, and even bruises were all visible on her body. The pain was gut-wrenching, as if her body was being ripped apart.

She never thought that in this masquerade, she actually allowed Oscar to get what he wanted, and never thought that Oscar had turned out to be such a perverted man. Her life was full of sorrow.

After having protected her virginity for 29 years, it had been destroyed by Oscar. Moreover, in the future, she would have to face this perverted man. She shivered as she thought of Oscar.

She tried her best to scrub herself. The water in the tub had turned red and her skin was peeling off and bleeding. However, she continued to scrub herself without feeling any pain. It was her heart that was aching as she felt like she was about to die.

She thought that there would be a perfect ending that night, but she did not expect it to be ruined by Oscar.

She lay flat on the ground until the water turned cold, and then, she tried to remove some of the water and waited for it to turn cold again.

Then she felt a burst of chill all over her body, and she started to lose consciousness.

The servants felt that something was wrong, and they started to knock on the glass door of the bathroom. The shower curtains were not closed, and from the translucent glass, they saw an unconscious figure.

Zoella fell ill.

She had a high fever for a few days. Her face and lips were pale, and she was moving in and out of consciousness. There was only a handsome face, with a tall and strong figure that she could see. At that time, she was still very young, she could not remember when it was, but it was deeply engraved in her mind and could never be forgotten.

From then on, she remembered this face that had her she intoxicated.

Octavia stood beside her and took care of her carefully. She looked at her neck and the bloody scars on her hands. It was terrifying to look at. She had no idea of what was going on.

Could it be that the night before...

She couldn't figure it out.

Zoella had a high fever and was speaking incoherently. She kept saying, "Flynt, Flynt." She didn't know who this 'Flynt' was, and she didn't know how the brave Zoella could end up like this. She was weak and helpless, with wounds all over her body. She was close to fainting.

This was completely different from the strong woman he knew in the past.

In the dark night, Hansen came out of the private room and went directly into the Hummer. He looked at the darkness outside and stared at the shadows of the trees on the street.

After a while, a dark figure appeared the next to the shadow of trees.

Soon, the dark figure approached and he opened the door.

John slipped in effortlessly.

"Mr. Richards, we still haven't found her." As soon as he came in, he said seriously with deep disappointment on his face, "All of our people went into her office, and we even skillfully opened the safe box, but we still couldn't find any evidence that framed Madam. This woman is scary. Even the computer engineer has searched every program on her computer, but he can't find any evidence. This matter is quite tricky."

Hansen was terrified. His hands were shaking as he held onto the steering wheel.

If he couldn't find evidence here, then it was almost impossible for him to find evidence that framed Jenna. In the current situation, it was impossible for Zoella to hand over the evidence. Of course, he didn't know that after he left, Oscar entered the private booth and violated Zoella.

While Zoella had hated him for this.

He felt uneasy.

"Could it be that I can only get evidence from Liya?" He thought.

If that was the case...

He punched the steering wheel.

"Mr. Richards, if that day really comes, we'll just insist that Zoella had framed Madam..." Seeing how sad and much in pain Hansen was, John felt discouraged. He could only assume that it was the only way. "In the eyes of the law, evidence is key. Now, Jenna's evidence is conclusive. This is undeniable." Hansen gritted his teeth. "You said that it was Zoella who framed her. Do you have any evidence? Who can prove it?"

John's face became gloomy.

Zoella had deliberately planned to destroy the Richards Group. So, it was impossible for her evidence to fall into someone else's hands.

At this point, everything remained the same. Hansen closed his eyes in pain.

Faint mists drifted in from the window, and the fresh air gradually seeped in.

Then, the glow of the sun rose up high into the sky. The sunlight shone through the clouds and entered the room through the window, shining its light over the entire study.

The sunlight was shining on Jenna's beautiful and delicate face, little by little. She had a ponytail and was clad in a sports attire. She had just returned from her morning exercise, and there was sweat on her forehead.

The night before, Trevor said that Hansen's had been moved back from Collier Manor and asked her to organize it personally.

Therefore, she got up early in the morning. After the morning exercise, she went to the study on the second floor and began to work.

The study on the second floor was nowhere near as large as the one on the third floor. However, Jenna used an entire suite to keep all the precious books and artwork belonging to Hansen.

She carefully arranged his books, and the morning soon passed.

At noon, looking at the bookshelf, the spotless desk, and bookcase that she had arranged, a smile appeared on her face.

Hansen didn't like to practise his art, yet his brush strokes were still graceful, just like him.

She wiped all the art tools clean and placed them on the desk.

Finally, she cleaned up some scattered notebooks.

She picked up a notebook and chanced upon a wooden box wrapped in a red cloth.

Jenna's eyes froze and her heart tightened. The scene that occurred in the study in Collier Manor appeared in her mind.

Her hands were trembling.

If she remembered correctly, the black wooden case covered in red cloth should be Hansen's diary. He had recorded all his precious memories during his university days in this diary. Her hand trembled as she lifted up the wooden box.

At that time, because of her father's untimely death, she suspected that it was him who killed her father. She decided to read his diary and he was angry when he found out.

She was devastated at that time, and she thought they would break up then. However, she was still in Richards Manor and was still his wife.

Her trembling fingers picked up the wooden box and prepared to store it in an inconspicuous corner.

A gust of wind suddenly blew into the room from the window, blowing away the red cloth, and it fell to the ground.