Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 91

"So, you don't care about me, huh? Very good," Hansen dragged Jenna back to their wedding room, threw her down on the bed, slammed the door shut and said fiercely, "You are really a cold- blooded woman. You don't have any feelings for me? Let me ask you this, did you promise Grandma Richards that you'll move back to the Richards Manor just so you can avoid me? What exactly did Grandma say to you?"

"Hansen, it's not like that. It was a slip of the tongue. I didn't say anything to Grandma Richards. No, she did not tell me anything. Didn't she announce to you guys what she told me?" Jenna said with a bitter face, trying to clarify herself.

"Is that so? Looks like you're becoming more and more ill-behaved. It seems like you have not learned your lesson," Hansen's gaze was unamiable and he ignored her explanation. Rage seared through him as he stared at her with burning eyes.

How dare this d*mned woman say that she didn't care about him? He was Mr. Richards after all, how was it possible for him to be disliked by women? That was too insulting to him.

She said that she did not care about him, eh? Then, he was going to make sure it would be engraved in her memory.

As he spoke, he took off his clothes. Jenna stared at him in shock and trembled in fear. Her eyes followed his every move as he took off his clothes and she could clearly see that he was aroused. She was so frightened that she repeatedly begged for mercy, "Hansen, I'm sorry. Can you please let me go?"

"Let you go? Do you think I am easy to be pushed around? There's no such thing! It's too late for you to admit your mistake," Hansen sneered, "I'm telling you, since you do not care about me, it means that we don't have enough intimacy and s*x and I'll make it up to you in the future. Don't think that just because we are no longer in the Collier Manor, I can't do anything to you. The same

rules still apply. You cannot escape the fate of sleeping with me. I'm in a good mood now and I want you. So, just be good and lay down. Struggling will not get you anywhere."

His pupils were dark and a dangerous vibe emanated from his whole body.

"No, Hansen. We are in the Richards Manor," Jenna cowered and retreated further into the bed. The man in front of her was like a raging lion, as if he would bite her into pieces and gobble her up at any moment. Fear throbbed inside her!

When Hansen heard that, he laughed and jumped onto the bed. He was like a hungry hawk pouncing on the poor little chick. He pinned her underneath his body. His fingers grazed her chin and said playfully, "So what? Richards Manor is still my home, isn't it? Don't forget that here, you are still my wife. I can do anything to you! Who dares to say anything?"

With a proud look on his face and a big smile on his face, Jenna's head began to throb with pain.

"If you bully me, I will tell Grandma Richards," Jenna was so desperate that she had no choice but to use Grandma Richards as her shield.

After saying that, Hansen smiled even more devilishly, "Well, go ahead and tell her then. I want to ask her whether I am allowed to touch my own wife or not?"

He laughed so wickedly that Jenna's head hurt even more and her whole body trembled violently.

"Hansen, you did it on purpose. You know that we are no longer a lawful couple!" She resisted timidly.

"That's enough," Hansen's face instantly darkened and his face became serious, "Have you forgotten about our current relationship? You are my mistress now. I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want. You have no right to say no. Don't forget about your mother."

"No, Aria...." Jenna wanted to say that Aria was

outside. This was the Richards Manor. The person he was going to marry was Aria. If he did this, he would be doing her a disservice. However, before she could say anything, Hansen had already pressed his lips onto hers and she couldn't say another word.

After a long time, Jenna felt sore as if her whole body had been run over by a truck. She was soaked with sweat and her skin was pink and tender. She lay on the bed, tired and silent.

This guy was not an ordinary beast. He wanted her like a madman, taking what he wanted from her, and exhausted her. She lay on the bed and couldn't stand up anymore. She even felt dizzy when she tried to sit up.

Hansen sat on the bed and smoked. His face was unsightly as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth.

Jenna coughed lightly as she choked on the smoke. She covered her nose with the quilt.

Hansen turned his head and looked at her. After a moment of silence, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

He got out of bed, opened the window and stared out of it.

Jenna felt uncomfortable covering her nose with the quit. The room was filled with the cigarette smoke and the quilt too had a musty smell. She had no choice but to stick her head out. Soon, the fresh air from outside filled the room. As soon as she stretched out her head, she could feel the fresh air and took a couple of deep breaths.

Hansen was standing by the window. From behind, he looked lean and gentle, completely different from the man who had just ravaged her like a beast. He stood so nobly and quietly as if he was a completely different person, as if he had nothing to do with what had just happened.

Jenna even had an illusion that everything that had just happened to her was a dream.

However, the bath towels, as well as their bed sheets were all covered with their body fluids from the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. The evidence was crumpled into a pile of mess and it was so obvious to the eyes. It was such a mess. She did not want anyone else to clean it up for them.

It would be bad if Larry came and cleaned up the mess later. Her subtle relationship with Hansen was already speculative enough.

It would be even more embarrassing if someone were to see this, and her face flushed red at the thought.

She stood up with shaky legs and began to change the sheets. It was a king-sized bed and she was so limp that it was a challenge for her to pull the sheets off.

"Someone will clean it up later. You don't have to do anything," Hansen turned his head at the sound of the noise and saw that she was struggling with the sheets. Her delicate body looked like she was about to collapse at any time. He couldn't help but frowned and said.

Jenna paused for a moment before she began to pull at the sheets again. She didn't want the servants to see these things. It was very embarrassing for her.

Hansen stared at her as she stubbornly pulled at the sheets with force. After finally pulling the sheets off, she stuffed them into the washing machine and busily tidied up the messy bed. The light in his eyes grew darker and darker.

She was so careful with these things because she didn't want people in the Richards Manor to know about their relationship, but they were husband and wife, so who would think she was innocent?

However, he did not say anything. He cursed in his heart "You d*mned woman, do whatever you want. Let's see how much energy you have. This is what you're willing to do." He walked towards the bathroom, turned on the shower and started to clean himself up.

When he emerged from the shower, Jenna had already cleaned up the room. The bed was spotless, white and clean. Jenna was so tired and she was sweating profusely. Then, she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Hansen sat on the bed. The sight of the white sheets made his eyes sore. He remembered on the night of their wedding, he too emerged from the bathroom like he did and saw the white sheet, which was as white as snow. There was nothing on it and he did not see any blood stains like he had expected. At that moment, his heart sank.

After a while, he walked to the wall and rang the bell.

"Hello, Young Master," Larry came in at the sound of the bell and greeted him in a low voice.

"Larry, from now onwards, please replace all the white sheets in this room with red ones. Don't use the white ones anymore," he said coldly.

"Yes, Young Master," Larry was startled and understood what Hansen meant. She quickly nodded her head.

Soon, the large and soft bed was covered in dazzling red sheets, which made the sumptuous room feel much more festive.

When Jenna came out, she saw that all the sheets she had carefully made had been changed to red, and was startled for a moment, as if she had remembered something. Her face suddenly turned pale and there was a pained expression on her face.

At this time, Hansen was in his study, browsing through the Internet on his computer. His expression was very calm. He was in good spirits, not at all tired from his recent indulgence, and his handsome face was so radiant that one could not look away.

When Jenna walked in, he raised his head and met her eyes. After looking at her for a second, he averted his gaze calmly, and the pain in Jenna's eyes flashed away.

None of them could forget the thorn in their hearts.

The doorbell rang, and Jenna opened the door of the study.

"Young Master, Miss McAdams is asking for you," Larry stood outside and informed him.

Jenna was suddenly stung by Larry's words. She stepped to one side, and Hansen stood up and walked out.

The room returned to dead silence.

She looked around the room. Everything was the same as before as if no one had come in since she left and everything seemed to stand still until she moved in again.

She could feel the sour feeling in her heart, making her unable to breathe. She felt weak all over and crawled back to the bed. She actually fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was already dark. It was so dark that she could not even see her fingers. The room was also deadly silent. When she opened her eyes, she once suspected that she had entered an isolated dark world and she was alone in the world. She looked around in the darkness, running in search of some light.

However, she was still in the dark. It was not until she was fully awake that she gradually realized that she was in the Richards Manor.

She hurriedly got up. She felt a little hungry.

After putting on her clothes, she walked out of the room.

Sure enough, it really was a different world outside her room.

It was still the same in the corridor, but when she walked out slowly, she heard laughter coming from downstairs in the living room. It was Marissa's and Aria's laughter. Aria was deliberately sweet talking to Marissa. Her laughter was flattering while Marissa was laughing from her heart.

Jenna hesitated and walked down. If she wanted to go out, she had to walk past the living room.

When she appeared at the stairs, the laughter in the room stopped. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She walked down the stairs, trying to keep her composure, and wanted to go to the kitchen to ask if there was any food left.

Obviously, they had already eaten. They always served their meals on time in the Richards Manor. At this point, there's definitely no food left, and as usual, no one had asked her to join them.