Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 38

"I never expect you to behave yourself, but now that you're my employee, you're still getting close with my biggest competitor. You don't care about your reputation at all. Do you think it's good if rumors arise? Fine. Don't think I'll be grateful to you just because you saved me. Let me tell you, I don't need a b*tch like you to save me," Hansen gnashed his teeth. His words were cold as ice. Jenna felt a chill down her spine and even her wounds felt like they were frozen.

"You b*stard," she clenched her teeth and said with hatred, "Hansen, I didn't expect you to be such a superficial and vulgar man."

What did she do wrong? Rayan was someone who helped her when she was in trouble. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been able to achieve today's success. Could she be the world's top designer?

She was sad, disappointed, and penniless when she was in the United States. Where was Hansen at that time? Didn't he forsake her while he was embracing another beauty?

Today, she was injured. It was natural for him to come to see her. What did she do wrong? She had not violated the rules of the Richards Group, nor had she revealed any of their secrets to Rayan. As the designer of Richards Group, she had tried her best!

How could he insult and slander her like this?

Tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn't make a sound. There was not only sadness but also coldness in her heart.

At such a dangerous moment, she rushed forward to protect him without thinking. In the end, not only did he say such vicious words, but he even disdained her.

Her heart was aching.

"I'm superficial and vulgar?" Hansen sneered, "Does it make your Brother Rayan noble and elegant? And is your first love fair and honest?" NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

When he thought of Norton and Rayan, he was furious.

One night when he was in university, he stood behind her and saw Norton holding her intimately. The two of them hugged each other in the dark, and he saw everything that they did.

Later, to his surprise, she became his wife, but she had already lost her chastity to that d*mned Norton.

His status as her husband did not mean a thing at all!

This dirty, filthy woman.

He didn't want to take pity on such a woman. Even if she was injured for saving him, he still would not do so.

He slammed the door and left.

On the 88th floor of the International Kinsey Center, the atmosphere in the spacious and luxurious office was dull and silent.

Hansen frowned while holding a report in his hand and read it meticulously. Alvin Robertson stood respectfully beside him.

It took a long time for Hansen to finish reading the report. It was a report about Jenna's life abroad.

The report was detailed, but there was nothing special about it.

On the report, it said that Jenna studied car designing alone. She had only started working in Whalen Group six months ago and had been spending all her time studying before that.

She worked hard and studied hard. There were no other scandals of hers.

Only then did he remember that he had never given Jenna a single penny when she was staying in the Richards' Mansion. At that time, he hated and disliked her, and never thought of giving her any money.

Then how did she spend the past few years back then?

He flipped through the pages with his slender fingers and finally found it. Jenna had been looking for a job everywhere, and at her lowest point when she was penniless, she met Rayan by chance.

His fingers were shaking.

When she was in such a difficult situation, Rayan appeared beside her. If she had fallen in love and relied on him, it was just human nature. When she was at her lowest, where was he as her husband?

What right did he have to criticize her? What right did he have to humiliate her?

Wasn't he the one who had unintentionally encouraged her to accept Rayan and developed such a good chemistry between them? Wasn't he the one who pushed her away to Rayan's side?

Yes, he had long been disqualified.

Originally, he wanted to get along with her and just remain as friends. He didn't want to quarrel with her and to hate each other every time they met.

However, he couldn't help it. Whenever he saw her with another man, he would lose control of himself and be consumed by rage.

In fact, her life abroad was really ordinary. It could even be described as miserable.

Complicated emotions constantly surged in his heart, and it seemed to be boiled by saltwater. His handsome face gradually twisted, and his eyes became gloomier.

He stood up and ran outside. He even forgot to give orders to Alvin and to ask him, "Who was her beloved man whom she designed the luxury car for?"

He ran down the stairs and started his Hummer. He then rushed towards the hospital.

At noon, he was burning with anger. He ordered the doctors and nurses in the hospital to give the woman their cold shoulder, and to leave her on her own.

What the hell was he doing?

Richards Group was one of the shareholders of the hospital. Everyone in the hospital, from the Director to the doctors and nurses, would not dare to disobey his orders.

Why did this happen? He felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife!

He drove recklessly and kept honking along the way, causing the cars in front of him to dodge in fear.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, he stopped the car and ran to the ward.

Still gasping for breath, he pushed open the glass door.

Jenna was lying quietly on the bed.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to stop but hurried to her side.

Soon, his heart went up his throat. Jenna was lying in the hospital bed. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were tightly shut, and her lips were dry and cracked.

His heart sank to the bottom.

He reached out and hugged her. Her whole body was hot, and the wound on her back was swollen. There was blood seeping out of the wound. He saw her dry cracked lips parting slightly, like she was saying something. He leaned over his ear and heard her muttering in a low voice, "Dad, Dad."

The air that came out of her mouth was hot, and it burned his ears.

There was a rumbling sound in his mind, and he subconsciously tightened his arms around her, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

He pressed the bell by the bed and shouted angrily, "Doctor! Nurse!"

In an instant, the hospital was in a panic.

All the doctors and nurses came over. When they saw the murderous intention in Hansen's eyes, they were reeling in fear and dared not speak.

He had ordered them not to care about Jenna, but as doctors and nurses, it was their duty to save lives and to help the injured. No matter what other people said, they all had the responsibility to treat the patients.

However, this time around, they really didn't hear the bell ring. They didn't hear her asking for help.

It was not a fatal disease, but a knife wound. If she was not feeling well, they would come over as long as she pressed the button of the bedside.

However, throughout the afternoon, they didn't hear any bell ringing.

Jenna's wound was inflamed, and blood was flowing. The fever caused by the infection of the wound and it could be life-threatening.

The doctor immediately began to disinfect her wound and gave her an IV drip.