Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 239

"Okay, I'll get rid of it right away." A nurse ran out holding a bunch of bright-colored roses.

Jenna was stunned. Where did the roses come from?

She looked at the ward silently before walking in slowly.

Hansen was lying on the bed face-down with inexplicable anger, dressed in new scrubs.

"Hurry up and get me some water. I'm thirsty!" He must have heard the footsteps and yelled domineeringly with his face full of rage.

He was making such a big fuss over a cup of water. He was hospitalized. Jenna sighed, seeing his annoying attitude. Although Jenna thought this way, she walked to the water dispenser and filled a plastic cup with warm water before handing it to him.

"How do you expect me to drink from this kind of cup? Which manufacturer does this water come from? Is it clean?" Hansen glanced at the water cup handed to him and growled, his face gloomy.

Jenna really didn't know where his wrath came from. She thought that he was being ridiculous, yelling around the hospital.

"This is the only kind of disposable cup in this hospital. I didn't bring your cup here. You won't get it for a while. Can you not mind this? Also, whether the water is clean, you can call the manufacturer yourself to find out," Jenna replied with some annoyance. Hansen had a spirit of a stubborn bull.

How dare someone talk to him like this? Hansen thought. How daring!

Hansen was about to get mad but he heard Jenna's voice. He paused as his eyes lit up and he turned to confirm that it was Jenna who was talking to him. His face quickly became gloomy before he asked fiercely, "Where did you go just now? Did you go find your lover again?"

"You..." Jenna was extremely upset at his humiliation. "Unreasonable. You're a lunatic."

She settled the cup on the bedside table of the hospital bed with a clank.

"Drink for your own sake."

"Are you still being reasonable? I'm hurt because of your lover. Look, I'm hospitalized currently but you're just leaving me here, running away. Do you think I'm a fool?" Hearing Jenna's annoyed tone, he questioned with anger boiling in him.

Was it because he didn't see her that he was angry?

Thinking about this, Jenna looked at him carefully.

Seeing him lying on the bed with his back facing her, he really looked a bit like a jealous child.

She walked out, ran to her mom’s ward, and took her own water glass. She washed it a few times before filling it with water. She tentatively said, "Hansen, this is my cup. It’s clean. Have a drink first. I’ll head back to the manor to get yours for you, okay?"

For a long time, Hansen did not speak.

Jenna thought that his habit was very difficult to change. He had always practiced utmost hygiene. How would he agree to drink from another person's cup? It must be a waste of time, therefore she decided to rush back to Richards Manor to fetch his clothes and cup. Before she turned around, she heard Hansen say in a low voice, "Stop."

She really didn't know what he was going to do, hence she halted on the spot and responded, "Hansen, I will rush back to the manor now."

"No, give your cup to me. I'll drink," he replied in a low voice, the anger on his face disappearing.

Jenna was startled and asked softly, "You don't mind?"

"I do. But yours will do," he said lightly.

Jenna bit her lip and suddenly wanted to laugh.

She approached him with the glass in her hand.

Hansen raised his head and Jenna handed the glass to him.

"Feed me." He opened his mouth.

Huh? Feed him?

Jenna thought she had heard wrongly and looked at him in silence.

"Hey, do it quick. I'm thirsty," Hansen complained.

He seriously wanted her to feed him. Jenna almost grumbled; she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"You hurt your butt, not your hands. Is this necessary?" she pursed her lips and objected.

"You're not a bit sorry for me. Forget it, I don't want to drink anymore. I can't believe I injured myself to protect you." Hansen was very unhappy and complained, "Oh, my a*s is so sore. Ouch."

After that, Hansen laid back on his pillow and ignored her.

"Do you want to drink or not?" Jenna stood beside him. She didn't know what to do, thus she asked again.

"No, I'll just die of thirst." Hansen buried his face into the pillow, being a rascal.

"Well, raise your head and I'll feed you." Jenna knew that he was being unreasonable. She contemplated for a while. He must be upset somehow as he had to stay put in a bed in this manner, unable to do anything.

He needed some comfort for his lost pride!

When she took off the lid of the water cup, steam came out and Jenna blew it gently. When it was cool, she bent over and said softly to him, "Okay, come on, you can drink."

Hansen turned sideways to face her.

"How are you supposed to drink like this? It's better when you raised your head like earlier on," Jenna told him when she could not feed him even though she was angling the cup.

There was a sly light in Hansen's eyes as he stared at her coldly.

Jenna really didn't have any other options, hence she took a sip of water then bent down.

Hansen was lying on his side and when she finally aimed right at his mouth, he was reluctant to drink. Obviously, he was fooling around. Jenna was upset and had to pry open his lips with her tongue but his teeth were locked in place.

Jenna got crossed; she wanted to bite off his lips.

Hansen was enjoying Jenna's prying tongue at his lips and his whole body was numb. When he felt that he had gotten the touch he wanted, he opened his mouth with satisfaction.

Jenna poured a sip of water into his mouth with a sigh of relief and wanted to leave but unexpectedly, Hansen bit her lip with his teeth.

She whimpered.

Hansen wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged gently. Jenna was caught off guard and fell straight onto the bed.

Quickly turned over flexibly, Hansen ended up on top of her, chewing on her lips and kissing her hard.

Jenna was instantly taken hold of by him, unable to move.

"What are you doing?" She swept a deadly glare at him, pursing her mouth. She cursed him in her heart.

Hansen kissed her contentedly, completely ignoring her anger. He didn't let go until he had kissed enough.

"You deceived me, jerk. You're not a man." Jenna didn't have time to breathe. It took her a long time to catch her breath before she scolded him.

"Don't you know that I am a man? If not, I can prove it to you now." Hansen was very satisfied with her reaction. With a smirk on his face, he teased, "My woman should take care of me."

"I am not your woman, Aria is. You are assaulting and abusing me," Jenna furiously retorted.

She finally figured it out. This little injury was nothing to Hansen. His purpose in doing this was to trick her and bully her. This b*stard. She pushed him hard and hit his chest, thinking that she was cheated again. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Jenna, don't you understand my feelings for you? Do you have to be so cold to me?" Hansen saw her burst into tears. His heart tightened and he asked her seriously.

That day, when he saw her holding the roses that Rayan gave her, her smile was bright. But whenever she faced Hansen, she was always unwilling to smile; she even cried so sadly. It was too frustrating. It brought him a heavy feeling.

"Leave, I don't need you here," he turned to lay on his side and said sullenly.

Just one phone call and many women would be willing to take care of him, Hansen thought.

He really didn't need this kind of pity.