Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 157

Donald couldn't help but smile and say, "It's not that simple. First of all, wait and see if you will experience menstruation this month. If your menstruation this month is absent, then you are basically pregnant, but you can still come to the hospital first for a check-up. It's very simple."

Aria was a woman with common sense, so she knew not to rush it, but the doctor had told her about it, and everything had been carefully planned. She was almost sure that nothing could go wrong.

She took out a card from her pocket and gave it to him, and returned to the set cheerfully.

She was not in a hurry. She had the time to wait so she decided to just let them be happy for a few more days.

Hansen was practicing boxing in the gym of Richards Manor. It was the move called the 'Nine Cold Winters'. He was topless, sweating like he had just taken a shower, and the light in his eyes was as dark as the night. His fist hit the sandbag with suppressed anger, as if he wanted to punch through the sandbag.

When Norton's tall figure appeared in the gym, he looked up and saw Hansen working out. He saw Hansen's fists hit the sandbag violently and Norton panicked. He turned his head around and was about to run.

"Stop!" Hansen shouted sharply, came over with a brisk walk, grabbed Norton's collar and pulled him back. Norton, a tall man, fell to the ground instantly.

Hansen sneered, and stepped on his back. When Hansen asserted just a little strength, Norton screamed out in pain.

"Why are you running? Are you feeling guilty?" He bent down. The light in his eyes was cold and terrifying as he asked harshly.

"Hansen, what do you mean?" Norton asked with a guilty conscience with his face pressed against the cold ground.

"What do I mean?" Hansen's anger in his heart became even greater. He sneered and pressed harder against the sole of his foot. His other foot stepped on Norton's hand and he rotated on it fiercely. Norton howled miserably. Norton tried to turn to get up, but Hansen pushed his knee against his back and twisted Norton's wrist with his backhand. Then, he twisted Norton's arms backward quickly after that. Norton couldn't move anymore all of a sudden, and his face turned pale with pain.

"Tell me, what drug did you put in my red wine that night?" Hansen's eyes turned red as he yelled.

What Norton could feel at the moment was only pain. He kept shouting, "Hansen, let me go first! didn't put anything in it!"

"Are you trying to fool me? Then I will play with you till the end of the day. It seems like you won't be honest if I don't teach you a good lesson." Hansen's face was cold as he snorted. It had been so many days that Norton had deliberately hidden away from him.

Did he think that everything would be fine as long as they didn't meet? That was funny!

Hansen was staying there that day, specifically waiting for him.

He twisted Norton's wrist harder. Norton howled like a pig this time, and rebelled loudly, "Hansen, you are torturing me to get a confession. It is violent behavior. I will sue you and tell Grandma."

"Really, it's up to you, but first of all, you have to get out of here today," Hansen said as he grabbed Norton and punched him in the chest.

He even deceived Jenna to go find Hansen in the room. Who couldn't see through him?

What was more intolerable and unacceptable was that he dared to drug Hansen.

Norton was hit in the chest by Hansen's heavy punch and he almost died.

"Let me tell you. Jenna is my wife, your sister-in-law, so if you dare to approach her with an unruly heart, I will really let you die," Hansen threatened viciously.

The word 'Jenna' irritated Norton, who bent at his waist and his face was full of pain and sweat. He raised his bloody-red eyes and said grimly, "Hansen, you are a b*stard. You are not worthy of Jenna's love. You hurt her so cruelly and indifferently. Now, you even slept with Aria behind her back. Let me tell you, she won't forgive you! If I can't get her, then you can't have her either."

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B*stard. Hansen was trembling with anger. He stretched out his hand violently and slapped Norton while sternly yelling, "No one can take my wife away from me. Just tell me, that night, what kind of drug did you put in my wine?"

Blood flowed down from the corner of Norton's mouth, and Norton's face instantly swelled.

"Nothing, just some aphrodisiac." Norton licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed crazily. "Don't worry, Aria is your wife. She loves you and won't drug you with any poison."

"Didn't you also enjoy it that day? You should thank me. Don't pretend anymore. You are just a dissolute man who pretends to be a gentleman," Norton said. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and swallowed it. His face muscles twitched as he sneered.

"Damn it, how dare you scheme me?" Hansen yelled. He was so angry that he clenched his fists, trembling all over. Lastly, he punched Norton in his face. "Let me tell you, if this happens again in the future, I will let you sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Let me say it again, Jenna is my woman, so don't harass her anymore in the future."

After Hansen said these words viciously, he let go of Norton, took his coat, and put it on before striding out furiously.

The wind was blowing strongly and the dark clouds had gathered in the sky above the blue sea.

On a not-so-luxurious cruise ship, Brock was sitting in a chair on the deck. The cabin was filled with men in tight black suits. They were all standing respectfully and silently. The blue veins on Brock's face were all exposed, and the scars on his face were twisted.

"Who was responsible for picking up Jennifer yesterday?" He asked with a sullen face.

The cold wind blew in through the window, making them tremble from the cold.

"It ... it was me," a man replied with trembling legs.

"Freddy, you again? Come out!" Brock shouted sternly.

"Boss, boss, please forgive me." Freddy's face was very pale, and he crawled out in shock. Then he threw himself at Brock's feet and started begging for mercy.

Brock was notorious for his viciousness, and everyone knew that the woman Brock cared most about was Jennifer Owen. If something happened to her, it would be no different than stabbing yourself with a sword, because you will definitely die.

"Boss, I really didn't see anyone following us when I escorted Jennifer back to Fifth Alley yesterday. I beg you to investigate thoroughly. Besides, the enemies were hiding in the dark so you can't blame it on me." He hugged Brock's thigh tightly and trembled as he talked. His eyes were blank, and his survival instinct made him cry out loud to protect himself, but it was useless. Brock's increasingly sulky eyes made his heart sink, little by little.

"Well, answer me, why did you take Jennifer and go to the wrong room that night? Do you know that you almost got me caught by the police?" Brock asked coldly. His eagle-like eyes were emitting a bloodthirsty red light, and his face became darker.

At the Hilton Hotel that day, he had clearly ordered Freddy to escort Jennifer to the presidential suite on the 10th floor. He let the public know that he had booked the presidential suite on the 8th floor, but that was just a cover. In fact, he was going to sneak into the presidential suite on the 10th floor and have a romantic night with Jennifer.

As night came, he couldn't wait anymore and he snuck into the room secretly. As soon as the door was opened, a woman rushed toward him with the smell of perfume all over her body. Then the woman started kissing him crazily as she held him.

At that time, there was absolutely no light in the room. He thought that she must be Jennifer. After all, they hadn't seen each other in a long time, and it was normal for a woman to crave him so badly.

Furthermore, the woman was very coquettish. She teased him and made him very eager to start. He fell over the moon immediately since he had already drunk a little Viagra before he came. He hugged her and sprinted frantically toward the bed until the gunfire was heard. It was only then did he realize that his whereabouts might have been discovered by someone. He was frightened in his heart at that time, because the presidential suite on the 10th floor was not registered at the front desk in order to avoid his location being exposed.

Before that, he had secretly sent some guards to standby in the stairway, and they would notify him as soon as there was something wrong. More and more noise and screams started to sound outside the room. Although the suite had great soundproofing walls, he could still hear the noises outside.

Realizing that the police had surrounded the hotel, what he wanted to do was to escape. However, the woman didn't want to let go of him. As he was still struggling, he received a signal from his

subordinates, telling him to stay in the room and not move. There were cops everywhere outside, and going out was not a good idea.

In that case, he could only stay and accompany her in the room. He then had a wonderful time that night.

The woman under him did not seem to be Jennifer. Although he couldn1 t tell it at first since he was confused and infatuated, after the gunshots sounded, his mind became sober.

The woman under him was very lustful and very coquettish, pestering him and she wouldn't let him go. Brock had seen many women in his life, since there was no other choice at the time, and it was this woman who took the initiative to provoke him and pester him first. He had nothing to be afraid of.

He was ruthlessly thrust into that woman at the moment, and at last, the woman under him fainted.

Later, the noise outside gradually became quieter until it became calm. His subordinates sent a message to tell him that the matter outside had subsided, but there were still police patrolling outside, so they asked him to escape before dawn.

Soon, he turned on the light, only to realize that this woman was not his dear Jennifer! However, she had a very glamorous and beautiful face that was very familiar to him. After thinking about it, he realized that she was the hottest star in the entertainment industry at the moment, Aria McAdams. Only then did he know why this suite was not disturbed that night. It turned out that the police did not dare to knock on the door of the deputy mayor's daughter, Aria's, room to investigate.

It was really a great love affair!

Although Brock was shocked, he was secretly happy in his heart. This woman was indeed coquettish. Sure enough, women in the entertainment industry were all hot and spicy. It was a

wonderful night. Besides, Aria was a high.class woman, who grew up in a wealthy family, someone who was really different from Jennifer.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he was. He couldn't believe that he had enjoyed a great night with a strange woman under such circumstances. He still had a high libido at that time, so he took advantage of her a few more times before leaving the Hilton Hotel joyfully before dawn.

It was only later that he found out that it was Freddy who made a mistake and led Jennifer to the suite on the 8th floor of the Hilton Hotel, then he was spotted by someone who was hiding in the dark and waiting for them.

At that time, Freddy was anxious because their whereabouts were revealed, and Brock must be in danger now.

At that moment, their men who were hiding in the dark fired a shot at the people who are waiting for them. It was this gunshot that messed up everything.