Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1632

Jenna refused to open the door from start to finish. Time ticked by for who knows how long and when everyone should be asleep, she heard the door being pushed open from the outside.

Hansen entered the room and put down the key in his hand. He ordered the servants to return before he shut the door and headed for Jenna and their son.

At this time, Jenna had woken up as she blinked open her eyes. Noticing someone coming over, she slowly propped her body up on one side while she rubbed the sleep away from her face.

Hansen stood next to the bed and said, "You're getting more and more bold, you even dare to lock me out?"

Jenna sat up in silence. Her face was so blank that no one could discern any form of expression from it.

Hansen started to unbutton his clothes, his coat tossed to one side. Jenna watched him and asked in a strange tone, "You're not going back tonight?" "Are you kidding me? This place is mine, where am I supposed to return to?"

Jenna was speechless and kept quiet for a while.

"Aren't you afraid that your mother will be angry if you don't go back?"

"Angry or not, she still has that old man with her. Besides, what can I do when she's angry? I don't even know how to appease yours much less hers." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

With that said, Hansen was done taking off his clothes and found a pair of pajamas that belonged to his son. He then went to the bathroom and came out after a brisk shower.

Hansen wiped his body down as he exited the bathroom and changed into his son's pajamas. He dried his hair and walked over to Jenna's side of the bed. He looked at the time. No matter whether it was day or night, whenever he was tired, he would go straight to bed.

Jenna sat in the middle, helpless on what she should do now with Hansen in front of her. She was still angry, you know!

Hansen sidled up against her. "I'll sleep for a while."

"Are you really not going back?"

"She's fine. She can now swear up and down the street, so why should I go back? To suffer her wrath?"

Hansen's way with words didn't come out very politely. Jenna was bewildered. "Did I offend you?" "Do you want me to go back and take revenge on my own mother?"

Hansen had on a calm visage, but his tone was belligerent. The way he spoke made her want to laugh but she couldn't.

Jenna observed as her husband gradually relaxed before she whispered, "When I saw her cursing Raeleigh outside that day, you didn't know how I felt at that moment. Although I wasn't happy with her in the beginning, even after so many years I still questioned my own worthiness in her eyes.

In addition, your mother would always cause trouble for Raeleigh every time they met.

Previously it was me and now it's Raeleigh.

When will this ever end?"

"Sleep now. Family matters are not something that can be explained clearly. In this, Raeleigh understands better than you do. If you don't like to hear it, then don't hear it. When my mother and Raeleigh were at a feud, did they ever come to you?

Out of sight, out of mind. Next time, I won't go and see her."

"Easier said than done. I saw the whole thing that day."

Jenna stared at Hansen who was about to doze off to sleep. He laughed, tickled by her words, "So what if you've seen it? Must you leave the house after you witness everything?

Even your son had become an adult. Now you want to be like her?"

Jenna didn't reply. It's not that what he said didn't make sense, it did feel like that's how it was.

After she pondered for a bit, Jenna looked outside. "You're going to bed even though it isn't dark out yet?"

"I'm still around, alive and well, but you won't let me through the door. How come you didn't mention that?"

What kind of nonsense was this man spouting?

Jenna had the sudden urge to kick him out of the bed. She then thought of the pitiable situation he's in, where he was stuck in between mother and wife. Therefore, she withheld the impulse to do so. The following days, however, the cold war between this couple had reached a white- hot stage that had never been reached since their youngest son was born.

Jenna refused to utter a single word to Hansen. No matter what he said or did, she ignored him. She couldn't be bothered to waste her breath.

Hansen had not heard his beloved wife's voice for three whole days. It was a torment as excruciating as if he had chugged a whole vat of poison.

Sitting on the sofa, Hansen asked Jenna, "What are you doing?"

Jenna remained silent as she gave her son a towel bath, continuing to wipe down his body.

"I don't think I've said anything to offend you?" Hansen had no choice but to lower his head and speak with Jenna. Jenna acted as if his words were air and busied herself with her work.

"Jenna."

Hansen called out to her, but Jenna didn't even spare him a look. She took away the water basin and went into the bathroom, completely forgoing any sense of courtesy towards him.

Seeing that his wife went to the bathroom, Hansen followed her in and shut the door. Before she could react, he had trapped her in his arms and didn't plan to let her go.

"Release me."

Jenna tried to pull apart her husband's arms with both hands. She had never seen such a shameless person. She ignored him, but he still clung onto her.

"You're finally willing to talk now? I thought you wouldn't talk to me for the rest of your life."

Hansen stuck himself closer, and gave a kiss to his beloved wife's ear. Three days of not being close to her felt as long as three years.

Things were different as he grew older.

His sense of self-restraint and pride he had since his youth had long since been honed. Particularly when he was in front of her, he was no different than a child unable to be weaned off of his milk.

The deeper he sank into the quagmire that was his desires, the more he couldn't escape from it.

With his arms around Jenna's waist, Hansen murmured, "Haven't I always been here? I didn't go anywhere, it's not like you didn't know that. What else do you want me to do?"

Hansen was truly at his wits end. After all, Marissa was his mother. How could he not care about his mother?

Jenna gave Hansen a hard shove. "When Santiago wakes up, I'm moving out and never coming back."

This kind of place, she couldn't stand to stay in it any longer.

This time, she would not be befuddled.

Jenna had spent the past three days being vexed. She did not clarify Raeleigh's situation with Marissa, did not put up a strong stand in front of her and make her understand that she supported Raeleigh. It didn't matter whether it would help or not, she still didn't do it and felt that she had let Raeleigh down.

"Move out?" Hansen's face instantly went thunderous. "You're already at this age, why are you acting like a child? You want to move out, but where? I'm right here, where will you go?"

Hansen was enraged. His hold on Jenna tightened, as if he feared that she would truly leave just like that.

People at this point in their lives had very little time left. He was afraid that many things would be left too late, which is why he didn't dare let go, especially when he heard that Jenna wanted to leave.

Jenna looked up into the mirror at Hansen. The expression on her face was unpleasant, with a fierce look in her eyes. "I have never seen a person like you. You know that your mother is in the

wrong, but you still turned a blind eye to it."

His behaviour before may have been impassive, but he could still express himself in a lucid manner. Why couldn't he do so now?

Jenna looked upset.

"She's my mother. Even if I sever our relationship as mother and son, there's no point to it, she's already sick as it is."

"You're such a hypocrite."

Jenna pulled Hansen's hands away forcefully. This was the first time in the past few years that she had been so furious. She turned on her heel and strode out of the bathroom.

If it weren't for the fact that she had to look after her son, Jenna would be gone by now.

This house, this man, she didn't want them anymore!