Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 193

"Got it." Hansen paused, expressionless. He mumbled the words before he went upstairs.

He opened the door of his and Jenna's shared bedroom and jumped when he saw someone sleeping on the bed.

Could it bethat Jenna had returned?

There was excitement and hope in his heart, and he walked briskly to the bed.

Soon after, he sighed and shook his head. It was not her.

It was impossible; why would she come back?

He thought he went to the wrong room and stepped out of the threshold to examine the door. It was their room, he was sure of it!

Who was this person? How dare she sleep in their bed!

He then proceeded to turn on the lights.

The bedroom was lit up instantly.

It was a woman. She looked gorgeous, reminding him of Jenna's face.

Minnie!

He recognized her with one look. This was not Jenna, but that nasty woman, Minnie Murphy.

"How dare you sleep on this bed!" His anger flared immediately and he roared at her.

The woman on the bed was jolted awake with that scream and hurriedly got up. When she saw that it was Hansen, her face paled.

The man in front of her was furious with a dark expression; it terrified her. Minnie was dumbstruck with her eyes wide open.

"Why are you sleeping on this bed?" Hansen clenched his fists and barked.

This loathsome woman had the audacity to come into their bedroom and sleep on their bed. She had crossed the line.

"Get the f*ck out of here," he spat the words, his loud and stern voice echoing in the building. Marissa heard the noise and ran up in a panic, not knowing what happened.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Richards. It was my fault." Minnie was frightened to her senses, shaking as she watched Hansen approach her with a murderous gaze. His tightly-held fists seemed like they would break her neck at any moment. Chills ran down her spine. She fumbled for her clothes and shot up from the bed.

"You've crossed the line. How could Jenna have such a shameless cousin like you?" Minnie was forced into a corner of the room. He grabbed her lower jaw and tightened his hold slightly, causing Minnie to cry out in pain.

"Mr. Richards, please show me mercy. I wouldn't dare to do this next time around," Minnie struggled to say.

"Next time? Don't even think of having a next time." He chuckled coldly and warned in a stern voice, "Get out of here, now. Don't ever let me see you. If this happens again, I'll throw you out from the window."

"Yes, yes." She nodded in horror. As soon as he loosened his grasp, she hugged her clothes and ran out in a haste. She saw Marissa standing at the door with a gloomy face.

"Madam Marissa, I'm so sorry," Minnie was flustered and anxious, murmuring an apology.

"How impudent! Didn't I ask you to sleep in the guestroom? How did you end up in the Young Master's room?" Marissa had anger written all over her face as she reprimanded, "Where are your manners, lady?"

Minnie's face was flushed red to the base of her neck and she hung her head low. She kept saying, "Madam, I'm sorry. I went to the wrong room."

Marissa gave her an icy glare. "What are you still waiting for? Get out."

Minnie's pathetic figure scurried off.

Marissa ordered Larry to clean up the room again.

"Mom, did something happen?" Aria was also awakened by the commotion. She was rubbing her eyes as she walked out of her room, and she saw Marissa standing in front of Jenna's bedroom.

"Aria, you should keep an eye on your people. Don't let those around you be too presumptuous. How can a girl sleep in someone else's bedroom like that?" Marissa saw Aria came and scolded with dissatisfaction.

"Mom, what do you mean?" She was still sleepy and confused. She then spotted Hansen in the room and her eyes lit up with a smile. "Hansen, you're back." Aria was tempted to run toward Hansen but because Marissa was standing on the side, she had to contain herself.

'Aria, your agent was rude in her behavior. Do pay more attention in the future," Marissa spoke in a strict voice as an elder in the family. Her son was greatly angered that night and she was very

displeased.

Aria understood what she meant by then.

She hurriedly replied with a smile, "Mom, please don't be angry. She has lacked manners, I will have a word with her."

"Yes, you should." Marissa was pleased to hear her answer and nodded. Looking at her belly, her tone softened significantly. "It's late, you should get some good rest."

However, she saw her looking straight at Hansen, her eyes glowing. She knew what Aria was thinking. Shaking her head, she went downstairs knowingly.

"Hansen, you've finally come back." As soon as Marissa left, Aria stepped into the room and threw herself into his arms, paying no heed to her stomach.

Hansen furrowed his brows as he helped her up and said rather impatiently, "It's late, go to bed now."

"I don't want to. Hansen, I'm feeling so bloated, it's uncomfortable. Won't you stay with me?" she spoke softly and lovingly, endearment in her voice.

"Aria, I have something to do. You go and rest first." He then let go of her and proceeded to open the closet in search of clothes.

All of Jenna's clothes were inside. She had taken none of them with her, even the ones where she had worn daily. Her small, pale face flashed across his mind and his heart grimaced.

This was not home without her. He felt his heart growing empty.

"Hansen, what are you looking for? I can help you," Aria strolled her way to him and offered.

"There's no need," he replied coldly.

He only felt annoyed when he saw Aria. He did not even want to look at her, he wanted to stay as far as possible away from her.

However, Aria had clung to him regardless. The more Aria did this, the more he would think of Jenna. He craved for the warmth of her delicate body against his. He missed having her in his arms. She was gorgeous; the center of all his feelings and emotions. She had him under her spell.

Not only that, he had yearned for Jenna more and more as days passed by. Just a day of not seeing her would make him feel empty and lost. He could not focus on anything else.

"Hansen, do you only have that woman in your heart? Do you hate me so much?" Aria was full of tears as she sobbed. "I'm pregnant with your son. Is this not enough? Is she more important than us?"

She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. She cried as her face was on his back and begged, "Hansen, please, stay with me. I feel so uncomfortable and I lose my appetite every day. I just want to see you. Please, promise me, even if it's for the sake of our child." This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Tears rained down her cheeks as Aria pleaded. Her arms were tightly bound to him, never releasing him from her grasp.

Hansen's back stiffened and he was lost, hearing her words that struck him where it had hurt. He stood silent. With the last ray of hope, he pulled her onto the sofa and sat her down. He said, carefully picking his words, "Aria, since you feel so uncomfortable, let's get rid of the baby. Now is a perfect time. It's not too late yet. Otherwise, everyone will suffer in the future. If you agree, I will try my best to satisfy your requests."

He spoke with a stern and intent look on his face, anticipation in his eyes.

Such an expression stung her heart. He actually hoped that she would get rid of their child, even if it was his own flesh and blood. He was unwilling to have a child with her.

Her face slowly turned pale, entangled in disappointment, and the light in her eyes faded.

"Hansen, do you dislike me this much? You can get rid of your own child just for that woman. How cruel of you." Aria clutched to the fabric of her clothes as the tears in her eyes flowed uncontrollably.

"You still don't understand it. Having a child won't make a difference. I don't love you. If you did this, you won't be happy. You will only hurt the child, yourself, and everyone else. How can I make you realize this?" Seeing Aria acting this way, the hope in his heart morphed into nothingness, and his face turned glum.

"Hansen, listen up. Stop dreaming, I'm never getting rid of the baby and I'll give birth to him. I will marry you regardless. Even if you are ruthless and cruel, even if you don’t like me, I still want a wedding and a title. This is what you've owed me and now it's time for you to pay. Don't even think of marrying that woman in this life. You can only marry me and that's the end of the story," she bit her lip and declared. The light that once glinted in her eyes was absolutely dim.

"You're... ridiculous." He was utterly disappointed. He could never talk things through with her; it was no use. He stood up and said coldly, "Aria, do you think I'll do as you wish after you've threatened me? After being by my side for so long, you should know how I do things. I have never been a person who will give in easily."

Aria's face paled again, her knuckles turning white. Her sadness and despair grew into anger. She said loudly, "Hansen, you are not a person who succumbs to challenges easily, neither am I. If you don’t love me, why didn't you say it three years ago? Why did you wait until when I'm pregnant? What am I supposed to do? I've made up my mind to keep the child."

Heartbroken, Aria squatted down, covered her face and cried painfully.

He had an awful expression. The tension was visible on his face as he shouted in a deep voice, "Enough, Aria. Please think about it clearly. Have I said that I loved you in the past three years? Did I ever say I wanted to marry you? It’s you who wanted to stay in my company. I have always advised and encouraged you to build your own career. I never forced you to do anything because you have been with me during the tough times in the company. Yes, I did consider marrying you but now it's clear to me that what I felt towards you was not love at all. If I marry you because of this, it will be unfair to you. It is also unfair to me. Everyone will not be happy. Aria, please think this through. We have to treat marriage seriously. I have experienced it once and I don't want to repeat the same mistake again. I can try to make it up to you but please work with me. Don't force me, okay?"