Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 396

"Mom, I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and fried chicken wings," Jerry requested in his babyish voice.

"Okay, you greedy kitty," Jenna said with a smile, pinching his nose.

"Madam, the ingredients are ready. We're just waiting for you to start cooking," Aunt Ella said.

"Okay, I'll be right there," Jenna replied with a smile.

Aunt Ella fully supported Jenna's wish to insist on cooking for Hansen and Jerry. No matter how busy Jenna was, she insisted on cooking and watching as the father and son devoured them. Only then would she be at ease.

The result was proven to be good. Jerry was now even more energetic. Not only that, even Marissa and Trevor had praised her a lot.

Aunt Ella took in Marissa's and Trevor's increasing trust in Jenna. She was so genuinely happy to see the love between Hansen and Jenna.

"Dinner is ready!" Jenna quickly brought out the hot, steaming dishes, and intentionally dragged her last word.

Jerry let out a cheer and sat in a chair, grabbing a plate for himself.

"Have a bowl of broth first." Jenna handed two bowls of nutritious broth for Hansen and Jerry respectively.

"Mom, can I pass on the broth?" Jerry looked at the unsavory broth and pursed his lips.

"No, you have to drink it. You can only eat other dishes after you finish it." Jenna's face fell, pulling on a serious look.

"Thank you." Sitting on the main seat, Hansen picked up the spoon in front of him and drank the delicious broth, enjoying his wife's care. "Jerry, you can't waste the broth that Mom made. You must drink it. Otherwise, Mom will be angry, and you won't be a good boy anymore."

Hansen relished in his soup as he spoke. He even smacked his lips a few times.

Was this soup really that delicious? Jerry was skeptical. It was so bland!

No matter, Jerry had to comply when he saw Hansen having the soup happily. "Mom will only love Dad if I refuse to have it. Well, I'll drink it for her love!" He thought to himself.

Closing his eyes, he began to gulp down the soup. As he drank, he followed Hansen's example and kept praising Jenna.

Jenna pursed her lips and smiled, secretly giving Hansen a thumbs up. On the face of Hansen was a triumphant smile.

After dinner, Jenna prepared to give Jerry a shower and hit the sack early.

Hansen's phone rang.

"Young Master Richards, we are waiting for you here. If you don't come, that means you don't treat us as your friends." David spoke on the phone.

"I..." Hansen looked at Jenna, who was holding Jerry's hand as they ascended the stairs. He whispered, "What plans have you got?"

"Nothing, just a few rounds of poker." David said, "Are you that afraid of your wife? Everyone says that you're now bossed around by your wife and calling you a hen-pecked husband."

As for the other two guys, they also looked sad.

David, on the contrary, was elated. Enthusiastically, he expressed gratitude towards Hansen for being a good enough friend.

Hansen settled down on the beige sofa and leaned back leisurely. He placed his hand on the armrest of the sofa and drummed it with his fingers from time to time, with a hint of a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Pulling tricks on me? Why, I'll let you guys lose with your tails tucked between your legs." Hansen thought.

He crossed his legs and settled himself into a languid posture.

Suddenly, he sensed a discordant air. It was strong. That aura made Hansen uncomfortable.

He turned his head towards the direction of the smell, only to see an indifferent face.

Only then did he find that there was another person in the room. Usually, it was only the four of them who gathered together. That day, there was one more person. He could not help but to look askance.

With narrowed eyes, Hansen scrutinised the man.

He looked like he was in his twenties. His face was pale and clean, and he had an imposing aura. No matter how one looked at him, there was a sense of arrogance all over him, and it was unmistakable. It was as if he couldn't be bothered with anything else, including Hansen.

When Hansen walked in, he had stolen everyone's attention. The man had clearly felt the pressure. Moreover, while Hansen had made his entrance, he had completely ignored the man. This also made the latter uncomfortable.