Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 187

"First, get up and change. You look horrible." Hannah glared at Jenna's pale and thin face. She helped her up with a pull and demanded her to get a change of clothes.

Dragged by Hannah, Jenna could only follow her to the shower.

Hannah gave her a set of cotton pajamas. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

After taking a relaxing shower, Jenna put the pajamas on and walked out of the bathroom.

"Jenna, I have ordered some takeaway. You should eat something for now." Hannah was on the phone in the living room. When she saw her coming out, she covered the phone with her hand and told her that.

Jenna had no appetite. She sat down on the sofa sickly and spaced out.

After Hannah finished the call, she turned around and saw Jenna sitting there as if her soul was sucked away. She said, "I had told you to not get involved with Richards Group. But, you didn't listen. Now look at what happened, you might as well be a corpse. Are you going to continue living like this?"

Jenna listened to her friend nagging and started tearing up.

Seeing her like this, Hannah understood without uttering any more words.

"Alright, forget it. What's in the past is over. For now, you can live here. We can talk when you're ready. But before that, eat something, okay? I still have some amends to settle at the cafeteria." She knew Jenna was hurt badly, seeing that she was willing to cut ties with a man she had loved deeply. It would not be easy to comfort her in a short time. She could only ask her to fill up her stomach and get some rest. The rest would have to wait.

She opened some delicate- looking lunch boxes while talking to Jenna.

The aroma of food filled Jenna's nostrils but she instantly covered her mouth. Her stomach lurched as she got nauseated again. Failing to contain herself, she ran towards the bathroom.

As soon as she ran into the bathroom, she lifted the toilet seat lid and threw up in the toilet bowl.

Hannah had a big shock and hurried over to hold her. She patted her back and took a glass of water and some paper towels for her. After the vomiting had stopped, she brought Jenna back to the sofa.

"Jenna, tell me, what is going on?" Hannah's face turned dark as she observed Jenna from head to toe, an inexplicable gaze in her eyes.

Jenna drank a few more mouthfuls of warm water before cleaning her mouth with a paper towel.

"Hannah, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired these days. Maybe I've caught a cold," Jenna lowered her head and explained in a low voice.

A cold? Was that all?

Hannah tilted her head and looked at her with an expression that Jenna could not comprehend. After a while in thought, Hannah asked again, disbelief evident in her voice, "Are you sure you just caught a cold?" "Of course, I've been in the rain in the past two days and I was in a bad mood. It must be my gastritis again," Jenna said nonchalantly, feeling baffled about the fuss Hannah was making out of this.

"How long have you been like this?" Hannah did not think that it was that just a cold. Her sharp eyes stared at Jenna as she questioned.

Jenna was really bothered by her stare, hence she explained, "It's really just a cold. Don’t worry, I won’t die. It started yesterday. My mood was terrible and I didn't have time to go to the hospital. I'm

sure it'll be gone soon. Don’t worry."

"Oh." Hannah was contemplating before she said, "Jenna, your face has become so pale and you've gotten awfully thin. This isn't how a healthy woman would look like. Since you're unwell, we should go to the hospital to take a look. I'll go with you tomorrow."

Hannah was really worried. She declared the visit to the hospital, not giving Jenna any chance to reject her offer.

"There's no need for that." Jenna found it funny that Hannah was overreacting and told her, "Boss Adames, you should hurry off to work now. I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. Besides, I'm not a three-year-old, I know my body. Go on now, I'm going to sleep."

She yawned while talking, her face showing fatigue.

"Well, if that's the case, have a meal first and take a good nap. I'll check on you tomorrow and you should tell me everything then. I will make sure to beat the cr*p out of him and give you justice," Hannah said righteously as if she was Jenna's guardian. The corners of Jenna's mouth lifted slightly. She was grateful that her friend was so supportive.

Hannah nagged on a little longer in a serious manner before leaving.

As soon as she got outside, her phone rang.

She saw that it was an unknown number. She was going to ignore it when she realized it was somewhat familiar.

Accepting the call, she heard a low male voice speak, "Hello, it's Hansen."

With just that sentence, Hannah almost threw her phone away.

Hansen Richards, that b*stard! He had the audacity to call her!

Hannah gritted her teeth and then she remembered why this number looked familiar. He had called her when he was looking for Jenna before. She scoffed, thinking that he called whenever he needed her help. Jenna just came to her house looking absolutely devastated and terrible, and he had the nerves to be calling her at this moment?

"Hansen Richards, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Look at how my best friend had become because of you," she thought.

"Who? Who's that?" Hannah raised her voice whilst pretending that she did not know who he was.

Did he think that he was above everyone else just because he was the richest person in A city? He would amount to nothing in front of her.

Hansen was silent on the other side of the line. He understood that Hannah was mocking him to defend Jenna.

"Hannah, I'm Hansen. Please take care of Jenna for me these few days. I'll pay you back, any price you want." Hansen was not angered; he only sighed and spoke sincerely.

Take care of Jenna for him and he would pay her back? Who did he think he was? Such a selfconceited jerk! Hannah had always disliked him. She sneered, "Who are you? Are we even close? Why should I take care of Jenna for you and let you pay me back? This is absolutely ridiculous. Am I short of money? Listen up, Richards. Jenna is my best friend. If something happens to her, I won't let you get away with it. I will ruin your reputation and destroy you. When I kick your balls, don't even dream of playing around with women for the rest of your life because you won't be able to."

She hung up the phone abruptly after she finished speaking. She spit to the ground a few times out of disgust, only then did her anger dissipate.

He had dared to call her; did he think she was Jenna? Did he think that every woman was weak and would let him willingly hurt them like Jenna? Even with that handsome face, he would not be passable to Hannah. She would not fall for his tricks.

Hannah put her phone into her bag and chuckled coldly before heading outside.

Hansen remained dumbstruck as he held his phone, the system repeating a series of beeping sounds. A bitter smile formed on his lips. Hannah was really righteous and straightforward.

Then again, it was great for Jenna to have such a good friend. He was relieved. After all, a true friend did not come easily.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." He put down his phone.

The door opened, and Alvin's tall and sturdy figure entered without a sound.

"Mr. Richards, ever since Brock took Jennifer away last time, there has been no trace of them. It seems that news had gotten to him. The police also had the drugs confiscated at the border," Alvin said in a small voice.

Hansen's eyes narrowed. He had a serious expression on his face.

"Did you find out where they moved to?" he asked in a deep voice.

"They've transported some guns and drugs overnight this time. They are now renting in a small neighborhood, seeming to have no plans to hide in seclusion. If I'm not mistaken, Brock's main

hiding spot should be on a cruise ship." Alvin lowered his voice and asked, "Do we really have to wait for the police?"

Hansen blinked. He tapped his pale, thin fingers on the table as his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Alvin, Christopher is going to barge into a batch of drug dens. If we act at this time, we'll alert the drug dealers and ruin our plan. However, that does not mean that we won't do anything. Go investigate them discreetly and let's see if we can find the main den. As for now, we focus on the police sent by Christopher. Find the right timing and finish it properly.¹'

"Okay." Alvin nodded. A flash passed his eyes, and he said, "Mr. Richards, I found the culprit who shot me in the underground parking lot that day."

"Who was it?"

"It was Brock's deputy, Damon, who shot me," Alvin's eyes were dark and his fists were clenched. He was young and daring and had never been deceived since his debut. He did not expect to fall into the trap of such a trivial character in the underground. He was dissatisfied.

It was Brock again. Hansen stood up and patted Alvin on the shoulder before calmly saying, "Alvin, rest assured I will avenge you but not now. We have to find the right timing. After all, people like Brock are nothing in the hierarchy; they are not the mastermind behind the operations. We can deal with them at any time."

"Yes." Alvin nodded in agreement. "I'll do as you command."

Hansen nodded and continued, "We must not let our guard down regarding Brock. Keep an eye on the police too. We have to cooperate with them as much as possible if we want revenge. After all, only the law can bring justice." Having said that, he remembered something. "Alvin, send two deputies to investigate the drug manufacturing dens across the country in secret. I was told that the

location of the factory is in the forests and well out of sight. If this factory is not found, the police would not take action for now."

"Yes, Mr. Richards," Alvin answered and left the room.