Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 71

D*mned woman!

She secretly read his diary! She was despicable!

Hansen was furious because Jenna must have read what he wrote in his diary and found out that the man standing in the dark that night was him.

In an instant, he felt that his secret was uncovered. All his deep, dark secrets were exposed to her, leaving him in a wretched state of disgrace and embarrassment.

This woman really didn't not have any basic manners. Didn't she know that she should not intrude on other people's privacy? He cannot keep her around anymore! Hansen stood up angrily and said coldly, "You should leave now. Go as far away as you can, and never let me see you again, you vile woman."

As soon as he finished his words, he slammed the door and rushed out angrily.

Suddenly, the room went dead silent and Jenna's mind was blank. Why did this happen? Why did God treat her like this? She felt heartbroken and despaired. Her heart could not no longer be at peace anymore. She was a dirty woman.

The thought haunted her like a demon. She quickly packed up her things and left the place resolutely. She had initially planned to move out and had no intention of staying there. Now, she could finally leave with peace of mind and determination. The autumn wind howled wildly as the blustery wind blew at the pedestrians. Everyone was hurrying back to their warm homes, however, she did not dare to go home to face her mother. For the past few days, her life had been messed up by Hansen and she still hadn't found a new home yet. For a moment, she did not know where she could go.

Her father's death had left her in a state of despair, but what could she do? At that moment, she realized that there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she knew Hansen was the culprit, so what? All the evidence had been destroyed. She knew that the reason he brought her to the island expedition was to tell her to stop dreaming and to stop her futile struggles. The truth would never be revealed now that he had destroyed all the evidence. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

All her efforts were in vain. He had only treated her more harshly and been more merciless in his mockery.

She walked on the street in a daze. Suddenly, she was pushed over by someone and nearly fell to the ground. She hurriedly held onto a tree by the roadside and lifted her confused head. She then saw the words "Maternal and Child Health Center" in front of her.

She recalled that morning after the night of their wedding. When she woke up, she could feel the pain in between her legs which made her shudder. No one cared about her, and no one would ask her about it. The pain gradually became more intense and she was unable to walk because of the excruciating pain. She had no choice but to come to the hospital alone.

"Miss, you must control yourself when you and your husband get intimate. Be careful and don't just crave that momentary pleasure. Look, this is torn. You'll be needing stitches, otherwise the wound will be infected," the doctor said as he winced at the sight of it. Then he added, "This is going to hurt a little. You have to bear with it," then he shook his head again and muttered, "Young people nowadays really are so uninhibited."

Jenna could still remember clearly the distressed and disgruntled expression of the attending doctor.

She laid on the cold operating table that day, biting her lips. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. When she felt the needle penetrated into her skin, it brought her not only physical pain, but also bone-deep grief into her heart!

She had five stitches that day!

Stitches? Jenna suddenly returned to her senses and thought of something. She had to have five stitches and her wounds were all lacerated. How could she not be bleeding? Even if she did not bleed during her first intercourse, there should have been blood from her wounds. She remembered that the bedsheets did not have any bloodstains when she woke up that morning. There wasn't even a single drop. How could it be possible?

"No, there must be something fishy going on. There's got to be some kind of misunderstanding here!

She had an intense headache and her heart was pounding. There must be blood. She was an innocent woman, and it was her first time. How could there be no blood?

She smiled. After a while, she cried again, and her whole body was weak.

If there was blood, so what? If there wasn't, then what?

Both she and Hansen were high achievers and they knew about physiology. They were modern youths and they knew that people in their generation were not concerned about whether their partners were still virgins or not. Besides, there were a lot of women around Hansen. If a woman had lost her virginity and had no place in the society, then what should those women whom Hansen had slept with do?

Men were always so selfish and unreasonable. Jenna was tired of the social stigma against women. She hated the place, and she hated Hansen.

She had been back to A city for so long and what did she get? She could not find any evidence of her father's death. Besides being physically and mentally tortured, she had not gained anything.

She had overestimated her ability. In fact, there was nothing she could do. At that point, she was over Hansen.

She thought that it was really time to leave and wanted to take her mother with her!

Since her father had already passed away, she and her mother should move on and live better lives!

She wanted to reach for her mobile phone in her handbag, but she was shocked to find that it was missing. She remembered that she had taken her bag with her when she came out earlier. Why was it gone?

She realized that it must have been stolen when she was pushed earlier. At that time she was in a daze and her things were taken by the thief.

She had a wry smile on her face. Could there be anyone more unlucky than her? She was penniless!

She looked up blankly and saw that there were some shops up ahead. She went from shop to shop and eventually found a kind shop owner who lent her his mobile phone.

Her hands were trembling as she was holding the phone!

She did not actually know who to call. All she had in her head at the time was a string of phone numbers. After the call got through, there was a gentle, pleasant male voice coming from the other side of the line.

Rayan's voice was always heartwarming to her.

"Jenna, what's wrong? Where are you?" She had only greeted him softly on the phone. Her voice was also a little husky but he could immediately recognize her voice and asked her anxiously.

Jenna was touched. Out of all the people she knew, he was the only one who was always understanding, caring and considerate of her. She thought that that was the best comfort that God gave her. If it weren't for Rayan, she would not have achieved what she had. She should appreciate and cherish such a man.

After hanging up the phone, within a few minutes, Rayan came to fetch her in his Rolls Royce.

When Rayan's tall and dashing figure appeared in front of her, she seemed to be in a dreamlike trance, a little absent-minded.

"Jen," Rayan was shocked by the appearance of the woman in front of him. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were dull and she seemed confused. She stared at him blankly, and he was frightened by the look in her eyes. What look was it? Fear, despair, loneliness, grievance, and a sign that she had given up on life.

What kind of situation did a woman have to be in to become like this? He knew she had passed out in the cave that day, and that the helicopter had taken her away.

"Hansen, you b*stard!" He secretly cursed in his heart, "How can you be so cruel to a woman who was in love with you!

What he didn't understand was, why did Jenna want to stay in Richards Group and be by Hansen's side? Was it just because she loved him? However, every time he saw her aggrieved and distressed eyes, he couldn't force the question upon her!

She had already contributed a lot to the Richards Group, but Hansen was still not satisfied. He was so cruel to bully a weak woman like her. He really couldn't understand what Jenna's secret was that he held in his hands and why she was so obsessed with such a b*stard.

Others did not value Jenna, but he did. He wanted to protect her and not allow anyone to bully her.

Jenna's face was pale and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She looked at him pitifully and said, "Brother Rayan, please, please help me sort out my mother's passport? I want to leave this place."

Rayan's heart was in pain as if it was encircled by tiny wires, tightening by the second and suddenly he felt a burst of pain. This silly woman, she should have seen the truth earlier. Why did she have to wait until she was in so much pain to finally see what was happening?

He sighed and held her in his arms. He wiped away the tears on her face, nodded, and walked to the car with her in his arms.

In the silent autumn night, the cold wind whistled. Jenna was sitting on the leather couch in the living room of the townhouse, looking sad and lonely. Rayan was wearing a loose white sweater and casual pants. He came over with a box of coffee beans in his hand.

"Jen, I'll make the coffee," he smiled slightly.

"Okay," Jenna smiled and said generously, "Brother Rayan, let me play the piano for you then."

She knew that Rayan enjoyed listening to her playing the piano while drinking good coffee. Listening to the beautiful music and tasting the coffee, he would smile charmingly. He would be intoxicated and fall into a state of relaxation.

Like Hansen, Rayan was an exquisite man and with expensive tastes in life. If Hansen was as bright as a diamond, then Rayan was definitely the highest-quality of ancient jade, smooth and elegant, pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, it's a great honor," Rayan smiled and sat down in front of the coffee machine with a longing look on his face.

Jenna's fingers danced on the piano, and soon, a wonderful melody could be heard. Rayan was drinking his coffee, caught in the moment, and his eyes were full of fascination.

He knew that such skills could not be mastered overnight. The way she played the piano was different from the others. It was far more beautiful and richer in content than the ordinary music masters. Her notes were simple and had unpretentious feelings, fresh and elegant. The music she played lightly entered people's minds and slowly devoured their hearts. It cleansed people's souls and aroused people's love for beautiful things.

He loved that kind of piano music and admired a beautiful woman like Jenna. He did not need her to be his woman. It was enough to just sit and admire her in silence. His thought was at a completely different level, which was totally incompatible with secular love.

Therefore, his love for Jenna was noble. He appreciated her from the bottom of his heart and did not have any malicious intentions. He thought that the slightest malicious thought would defile her noble heart.