Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 127

The manor- like townhouse in front of them was magnificent and the two tall spires were luxurious. The milky white exterior walls were matched with dark red bricks; it was a typical European building.

There was a large lawn at the entrance decorated with shining street lights, whereas the beautiful bay scenery could be clearly seen at a distance. Jenna could tell that this villa was very valuable at a glance; it probably cost at least 20 million dollars.

Because of the good educational resources in the city, the housing prices were extremely high.

Whose villa was this? Richards Group?

Just as she was thinking about it, a middle-aged woman in a servant's uniform came out in a hurry. She then greeted Hansen politely, "Hello Young Master, the house is all cleaned up."

"Okay, Flora. You can leave now. We are going to stay here for a few days," Hansen waved at her and said softly. Flora responded with a smile and left them alone.

Hansen walked toward the entrance of the villa. Jenna was shocked for a while and hurriedly followed behind him.

"Mr. Richards, where is this?" Jenna asked timidly while looking around in confusion. She did not know what else to say. Since Hansen came out of the hospital, he hadn't said much. The atmosphere between them was really weird. Of course, such a villa was a trivial matter to Hansen. It was not surprising either if the property was under his name. It was already a phenomenon for people to buy houses abroad, let alone this rich man.

Jenna kept addressing him as Mr. Richards and her polite tone made Hansen very impatient. Generally speaking, if one addressed him like this privately, it meant that one wanted to draw a clear line between them.

He stopped and turned to look at her.

His eyes were very sharp, judging and scrutinizing her. His dark eyes were very cold, as if they were going to penetrate her soul. The corners of his mouth twitched, and eventually, he said nothing. He turned his head, and continued to walk toward the house.

Jenna looked at him in amazement.

He seemed very upset, with a chill on his face and an unpredictable temperament.

"Weirdo," Jenna snorted.

For a moment, Jenna felt that this man was so far away from her. It seemed like the intimate relationship between them that happened not long ago did not exist at all. The man who had close contact with her in bed, where was he?

Jenna was confused and in a daze.

For a moment, she finally realized what was going on. In fact, she didn't understand him at all, just as he didn't understand her. The distance between them was actually very significant. The physical pleasure was only temporary. They were not in each other's hearts, let alone opening their minds to communicate with each other.

This kind of relationship between a man and a woman was really superficial.

Like all men and women looking for excitement, once they lose interest in each other's bodies, they would become strangers.

Then, they would head in this direction.

A helpless feeling filled Jenna's heart, and her heart ached.

No, it was still different for her as her heart still hurt, but it was probably the case for him.

She shook her head blankly, but did not stop walking.

This was a very sophisticated villa. The decoration inside the house was entirely European. It was completely different from Richards Manor. The atmosphere was modern and the decoration was bright and lively. The large ceiling lamp in the living room was very eye-catching, and the light it emitted Illuminated the entire spacious living room, like daylight.

Fresh fruits and hot tea were placed on the coffee table in the living room. It was a warm and peaceful place.

"Young Master, Miss, these are the fruits that I planted in the backyard. They are organic and very fresh. Please try some," Flora said politely.

It seemed like Flora could get along with others quite well and was very diligent. She had already gotten everything ready, and the house was also very clean and tidy. Hansen must have told her to do so in advance; he had always been a meticulous person.

Jenna couldn't help but glance at him.

"Thank you. Go take a rest first. We are fine on our own," Hansen smiled slightly and instructed her.

"Good night, Young Master, Miss. Please let me know if you need me." Flora stepped back politely. She lived in the servant's room near the backyard which was further away.

As soon as Flora left, in fact, there were only two of them left in the entire villa.

"Go to bed earlier," Hansen said to Jenna. He sat on the sofa with a tired face, propped one arm against the back of the sofa, and rubbed his temple with his other hand.

Jenna saw his tired face and a trace of guilt rose in her heart. After all, he rushed here because of her illness, and she didn't even thank him till now. After thinking about it, she anxiously said, "Mr. Richards, thank you."

After saying this, she slipped into the bathroom and took a shower.

Was there anything bothering him? After all, they hadn't been together for many days, and she really didn't know what he was going through.

However, she knew the problem between them.

"Hansen, stop smoking. Shall we talk?" She wanted to snatch the cigarette from his hand, but she didn't dare to do so. After all, she was just a subordinate. She could only do her duties and she whispered to him. Having been with him for so long, they hadn’t really talked to each other, or even spoken about what was truly in their hearts. Apart from the physical stimulation, it seemed like they could hardly find any common ground.

Jenna was not resigned to this, and there aroused the desire to learn more about him. After paying attention to him for so many years, she could not understand him at all.

After listening to what Norton said the other night, her heart was dead for a while, but she gradually realized that if she continued to keep her feelings in her heart, there would never be a day when they would speak their minds to each other.

She had always been an assertive and persistent person. Although Norton's words had an impact on her, they couldn't hinder her judgment or stop her from acting according to her instincts.

She chose to believe him.

However, there were still doubts in her heart. Since she had doubts, she knew that she should voice them instead of hiding them like secrets. It was not a good thing if she continued doing so.

"Do you want to talk about work or us?" Hansen was obviously shocked by her words. He raised his head and looked at her meaningfully.

He never had to worry about a woman's request to him and he never cared. However, this time, he remained silent, put out the cigarette butt, took a sip of the water glass on the table, and looked at her deeply with bright eyes. His bright eyes were wide and far- reaching, and there was a certain expectation in his eyes, as if he had been expecting it for a long time.

Jenna's heart was beating faster, and she vaguely felt a certain trust in his bright eyes. She also raised her beautiful eyes to look at him, bravely looking into his eyes.

"Both," she replied. She indeed wanted to talk to him about both.

"Well, go on," he said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Jenna's heartbeat was a bit fast, and she drank a sip of water to calm herself down. She didn't think too much. She just looked into his eyes and sincerely, eagerly, and even pleadingly asked, "Hansen, can you quit smoking?"

This was what she told Trevor, that she would help him quit smoking. She didn't want to see him become addicted to smoking. The faint smell of mint when he was close to her used to be so nice, but now, there was the smell of tobacco. It did not really bother her, but smoking was really bad for his health.

She hoped that he would quit smoking. Therefore, she raised this first before discussing work and other private matters.

Hansen was startled as soon as she said this. He never thought that Jenna would mention this topic to him. In his life, apart from his grandmother and mother, no woman had said similar things to him, nor have they made such a request. Such a request surprised him. Slowly, the light in his eyes softened, and even the muscles in his face relaxed.