Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 778

Jenna let out a small scream as she dove under the quilt.

"Jenna!" Hansen rushed into the room. His eyes were wide open as he struggled to look for her. His vision was blurry and he could only follow the sound towards the thin figure crouched on the bed. She was holding the quilt tightly and her body seemed to be trembling.

"Don't come over!" Jenna cried out when she saw Hansen approaching her, anxious and scared. "I'm going to call the police!" She screamed loudly.

Following her voice and scent, Hansen made his way towards her in a few quick steps.

"Call the police?" Hansen grabbed her wrist and laughed in a low voice. "Even if I sleep with you right now, I would just be sleeping with my wife. What can the police possibly do to me? I can't ask for anything more than that."

Jenna was unable to resist the strong and overbearing aura emanating from his body. The words came out of his mouth so naturally, as if she was really his wife.

"You..." Jenna sat there and looked at him blankly. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Using a little strength, Hansen pulled Jenna towards him.

"Hey, this has gone too far! What makes you think that you have the right to treat a woman like this?" Jenna was in a panic and she reached out to grab him, wanting to push him away.

The corners of Hansen's lips curled up slightly. He stretched out a hand and grabbed her hands, which were flailing helplessly. Just by applying a little force, Jenna could no longer move.

"Oh no, what should I do?" Jenna panicked, wondering how she should escape.

Jenna was so anxious that she was about to cry!

She struggled as she lay sprawled across the bed, trying to fight him off.

"Don't move. You should know that I have limited patience for women in bed." Hansen lowered his head, his hot breath on her ears, his voice hoarse and evil.

His breath was burning hot, and his body seemed to smolder like dry firewood. It was as if the heat emanating from his body would burn the whole room down into ashes if she continued to resist him.

Jenna's brain was buzzing and she didn't know what to do.

The corners of Hansen's mouth curled up. He stretched out his other hand and blew on his palm to warm it. Then, he reached under her pajamas and placed his hand on Jenna's back, moving it back and forth across her smooth and delicate skin. He trailed his fingers across the raised scar on her back and caressed it gently. Under the light of the bedside lamp, his face was filled with tenderness and passion.

"Jenna, do you still remember this scar? That day, in order to save me, you shielded me from that stab. Did you know that? From that day onwards, I made up my mind to hold onto you for the rest of my life. I'll never allow you to escape from me."

His voice was gentle and full of affection, and his warm palm that touched her back glided back and forth gently.

A shiver ran through Jenna's body. The heat of his palm made her skin flush and a wave of warmth washed over her. It was so warm that even the coldness at the bottom of her heart disappeared miraculously.

She laid on the quilt, her mind in a trance. She didn't even have the strength to resist.

Even as she was pressed down on the bed by a strange man with the warmth of his skin on her back, she didn't feel that it was so out of place. Somehow, it felt familiar.

She felt like she was sinking into a warm embrace.

Hansen's hand caressed the scar on Jenna's back, the pain in his eyes gradually intensified. His eyes reddened. Then, he touched the quilt on the bed with his other hand. It was too thin.

In one quick motion, he picked her up, turned her around, and pulled her into his arms.

He held her face with both hands and leaned closer, trying to see her face clearly.

"Are you Hansen?" Jenna asked in a daze. It was only when he drew closer that Jenna finally saw his face clearly.

"Yes, Jenna, are you finally able to recognize me?" Excitement spread across Hansen's face when he heard Jenna saying his name.

"Well, I saw you on Srirano's news. It said that you're here to invest, right?" Jenna remembered the news she saw on TV a few days ago. The Hansen she saw on TV looked very similar to the man in front of her. No wonder there was a sense of familiarity. She had forgotten about it!

She didn't expect that a public figure like him would miraculously appear before her.

"Then what's your name?" Hansen asked, feeling helpless as she still didn't admit her true identity.

"I'm Miss Lexantra, a car designer for Yintern Group. Everyone knows this. Please show some respect." Jenna immediately defended herself.

Miss Lexantra?! To hell with that! Hansen thought angrily.

"What about your real name?" He asked in a low voice.

Real name? She couldn't seem to recall her real name. All she knew was the name others addressed her with.

After pondering for a while, Jenna replied, "It's

Dory."

The corner of Hansen's lips curled up in disdain. He said nothing more and continued walking with her in his arms.

"Hey, put me down! It's illegal for you to do this!" Jenna cried out, struggling with all of her strength.

"Jenna, if you continue to shout, you'll end up attracting the paparazzi and I can guarantee that the picture of you in my arms will appear on the news all over the world. Do you think that would be appropriate? Although we are husband and wife, it won't look good if such photos are seen by the whole world."

As soon as Hansen said this, Jenna didn't dare to move. At this time, there was no one outside the dormitory. It was obvious that Alvin had taken care of things.

The corners of Hansen's mouth curled up as he hugged her tightly and hurried out of the dormitory building.

Jenna was nestled against his warm and strong chest. The heat from his body warmed her and she could hear his steady heartbeat. It was so comforting that she couldn't even feel the chill outside.

Held in his embrace, she looked up at him dazedly. His eyes were dark and seemed to hold a certain emotion that burned more and more intensely.