Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 266

"Are you going to remove all of them?" Rayan inquired inquisitively as Jenna began packing them up.

"Yes, these are the only things that belong to me in this room. I have to take them away. The others are not mine. Besides, I won't be living here starting from today. Soon, the room won't belong to me anymore." She sighed as she collected the graphics and seashells carefully.

Rayan saw tears welling up in her eyes, yet she clenched her teeth to prevent her tears from trickling down her cheeks. He was moved and at that moment, he made a solemn promise to forget about her past and protect her in the future. He wanted to give her the love she deserved. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

When Hansen dashed into the room, he saw Jenna picking up the items he was proud of owning . For the past three years when Jenna left him, he would always snatch a glance at the items from the cracks of the door. He always had mixed feelings when he stared at them as though the items belonged to him just like their owner. They played an important role in his life.

His heart felt like it was breaking as Jenna cut them from the wall one by one.

"Put them down." He dashed in and grabbed a seashell that she was about to cut off. Fury vibrated through his being.

Jenna did not notice his entry and was startled when he emerged suddenly.

She almost cut his finger. Fortunately, she stopped in the nick of time. Her heart felt as if it had stopped.

"What are you doing? Don't you know it's dangerous?" Jenna put down the scissors and scolded him.

"These are all mine. Why do you want to cut them off?" Hansen bellowed. He held the seashells tightly and glared at her with bloodshot eyes.

"They belong to me. I drew them. The seashells are presents from my father. Why can't I take them away?" Jenna felt a flash of irritation and demanded.

"If I say you can't take them away, then you can't. Besides, who allowed you to leave?" Hansen's expression darkened as he retorted.

"Please don't be so overbearing, okay? I won't take anything else from this room as they don't belong to me. However, I made these items, of course I have the right to take them away," Jenna explained patiently.

"Nothing in this room belongs to you. This is our room. Everything belongs to both of us. Also, I don't like other man entering our room. Please ask him to leave now," Hansen declared as rage churned inside him.

"You are so unreasonable." Jenna was flustered. "Let me remind you, these items belong to me. I will take them away no matter what. Don't try my patience," she warned sternly.

Her eyes widened and her chest moved up and down faster as her breath quickened. Tension grew in the air as they glared at each other.

Seeing that they were about to start a fight, Rayan stepped forward. "Mr. Richards, a gentleman should not make a woman cry, even if it's your ex- wife. If she wants something, just let her take it. You are such a scoundrel for wanting to fight for a mere trifle like this," Rayan said mockingly.

"Shut up, you are not allowed to speak." Hansen spun around and vented his anger and frustration towards him. "Who are you? How dare you reprimand me after ruining our relationship?"

Hansen pointed towards the door and growled, "This is my room with Jenna. Please go out. No one can come in without my consent. If you know what's best for you, you better leave now before I lose my temper."

Rayan refused to budge. He stood there quietly. Such was the contrast between Hansen and Rayan. Hansen always lost his cool whereas Rayan kept his composure regardless of the situation. Rayan sniggered. "Young Master, do control your temper. If you can't even tolerate something like this, I'm afraid you will become the laughing stock in town if rumors of your temper spread. If you continue to blow a fuse as long as something goes against your wishes, no woman will stay by your side."

"D*mn it." Hansen's temper sparked. He slammed his fist against Rayan in frustration but Rayan blocked it. "Mr. Richards, I know you are good at martial arts, but so what? I'm not a coward. In the past, I did not lay a finger on you for the sake of Jen but that doesn't mean I can't fight you. Please learn to respect others. After all, we are both civilians."

Hansen was already blind with rage. What Rayan said only caused a fresh swell of rage to rise in him. The more composed Rayan was, the more his anger spiked.

Hansen threw his right fist out in a curved punch at Rayan's temple. His foot came up from the floor and kicked Rayan in the face.

Rayan was gentle and kind. He did not expect Hansen to be such a scoundrel. As a result, he staggered backward as he grimaced in pain.

Hansen took advantage of the situation and dashed over, pressing his leg against Rayan's chest and forcing him onto the floor. "How dare you intervene in our relationship!"

Rayan couldn't move and it seemed as if Hansen wanted to choke him. He struggled to gasp for air and he seized an opportunity to hit Hansen under the jaw.

Hansen cried out in pain and felt blood gushing out of his nose. He wiped them away with his hand and swung his fist at Rayan. The two began fighting.

"Stop, don't fight, please don't fight..." Jenna was dumbfounded. When she regained her senses, they were already locked in a battle. She attempted to stop them but to no avail.

At this moment, Marissa emerged. It was a shock for her to see them fighting. She yelled, "Stop!"

Hearing Marissa's voice, Rayan regained his senses and stopped Hansen while he got up from the floor.

Hansen also calmed down as he stood up.

Blood was rushing from his nose. Marissa almost fainted at the sight. She dashed over and clasped his head in her hands, quivering as she asked, "Hansen, what happened? Where are you hurt?" She turned around and yelled, "Call a doctor immediately."

Aunt Ella hurriedly went to make a call upon hearing Marissa's cries.

Hansen reached out and picked up a tissue paper from the table to wipe the blood away. He said dejectedly, "Mom, I'm all right."

"You are already in this state. How are you all right? How dare you guys fight in Richards Manor? I don't care who you are, I'm calling the police." Rage coursed through her veins and she shouted angrily. She took out her phone and was about to make a call.

"It's all right. Mom, don't fool around." Hansen stopped Marissa with a heavy heart. He turned around to look at Jenna before he strode away.

Rayan stood by Jenna's side, looking embarrassed.

The moment Hansen turned around to glance at her, Jenna saw the blood on his face and fear gripped at her heart. She stared at him, her heart going suddenly still.

Marissa glared at Rayan and Jenna indignantly and was about to give them a piece of her mind. However, she remembered Hansen's warning and left without saying anything.

Only Rayan and Jenna were left in the room.

Jenna slumped on the bed, unable to utter a word.

"Hansen, she has already hooked up with another man, and yet, you are still fighting for her. Do you even remember your identity? You are my son and the President of Richards Group. You must know when to let things slide. Why are you so stubborn? We can't afford to ruin the reputation of the Richards family," Marissa came downstairs and reprimanded Hansen who was sitting gloomily on the couch, gritting his teeth as he thought of the fight.

Hansen touched his nose and his expression darkened. He was in a state of flux. Only Jenna could make him lose his cool.

He had no idea how he got himself into a fight. He initially went upstairs just to have a good talk with Jenna.

"Hansen, you are the Young Master of the Richards family and the President of Richards Group. Lots of families depend on the Richards Group for food. They need their jobs to survive. Everyone is counting on you. You must be a good leader and lead us to a better future. However, look at you now. What are you doing?" Marissa said bitterly. She sighed and made an order.

"I don't care who you love. You must prioritize the family and Richards Group. It's your responsibility as a man. Your responsibilities are more important than some petty love. You cannot act impulsively

in this current situation. It is only necessary for you to sacrifice your personal feelings for the sake of everyone. We cannot let Richards Group go out of business."

Her expression was grim and serious. She would allow no room for negotiation.

Hansen kept his gaze riveted upon the ground. Marissa couldn't figure out whether he had heard her.