Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 129

"Hansen, my father is dead." Jenna's face was pale and she closed her eyes while the tears flowed from her eyes.

"Oh." Hansen made a faint "Oh" sound, with an unfathomable dim light in his eyes. He raised his hand, and his hand fell on her waist again, as if to comfort her. He hugged her more tightly and patted her waist gently. "I already knew."

Sure enough, he knew. Jenna was fortunate that she took the initiative to speak out today and she was relieved, but she heard his solemn words, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

His expression became cold and the tenderness on his face disappeared instantly. His eyes became deep and sharp and even had an icy look, which made Jenna feel a little frightened. As if she had done something wrong, tears welled up in her eyes. She tried her best not to cry and her face was so pale that it almost became transparent.

Why didn't she tell him earlier? Could she explain the reason clearly?

How was she going to phrase it? Should she tell him that she had no confidence in him and even... suspected that he killed her father? Furthermore, her original intention of joining Richards Group was to take revenge!

No, how could she speak this way.

It was indeed a bit excessive for her to doubt him like this.

"Humph." Hansen suddenly snorted from his nose. He asked coldly, "Nothing to say? What do you think now? Do you still suspect that I killed your father?"

He just asked her directly. His sharp eyes kept staring at her, almost making her feel ashamed.

It turned out that he knew that she suspected that he had killed her father.

"Tell me, is your purpose of returning to Richards Group to avenge your father?" His big palm suddenly caught her small and delicate chin. His face was full of frost, and he asked coldly.

The chill that radiated from his body was about to freeze Jenna's heart, as if his eyes were an x-ray and he could see right at her heart.

In front of him, she had nowhere to hide. She was almost transparent.

Fortunately, she took the initiative to confess that night. Thinking of his unpredictable expression, she was even more confused. He knew her thoughts a long time ago, but he didn't expose her. Was it because he wanted to save her face or had he other thoughts in mind?

"Yes, I came back because of this, but I can’t be blamed for this. Everyone would have done the same thing. He was my father, the closest person to me in the world, who died suddenly. No one could bear doing nothing," she replied in pain while defending herself. "The car that killed my dad was a Panika luxury car from Richards Group. Isn’t this clear evidence? I wanted to find out the cause of death and I didn't want to let the culprit go easily. My father was innocent and he can't die like this. Blame me or hate me, it's up to you. I will still do it. I have this responsibility."

"If I wanted to blame you, would you still be in my company now? Would you still be able to stand in front of me?" Hansen said coldly. "Don't jump to conclusions first. Do you think your little tricks can escape my eyes? However, why didn't you tell me everything? It's been so long and you didn’t say anything. You think you can sort it out on your own? You think too highly of yourself." His tone was getting colder, and the displeasure on his face became more and more obvious. "I once gave you a chance, but you never intended to tell me. What do you regard me as?"

Hansen stood up suddenly, pulled Jenna to the ground, turned around, and walked outside.

Jenna was unsteady and almost fell. Hansen had already walked out when she steadied herself on the desk beside her.

This concluded their conversation.

They had only managed to discuss the surface of the private affairs, yet he had already left angrily.

The conversation could no longer go on.

The deeper level of understanding that she had faintly expected could no longer be achieved.

But even so, Jenna breathed a sigh of relief.

All the pain and the previous hesitation seemed to have been put aside at this moment. At least after speaking out, she felt a lot more comfortable. The expression on Hansen's face was ugly; it seemed like he was very angry with her behavior. After standing in the study room for a while, she was in a daze, and the sound of water came from next door. Hansen was taking a bath.

Slowly walking back to her bedroom, Jenna sat on the bed and was in a daze while listening to the movement outside. After a long time, Hansen's footsteps came out, and then she heard his footsteps walk toward the door of another room. It was followed by the sound of the doorknob twisting, and then everything was calm.

The night got darker.

Jenna lay on the bed and kept tossing and turning. She knew Hansen was angry with her. She felt guilty in her heart, but she also had infinite grievances. She didn't know how to express herself to seek his forgiveness. He had a thousand reasons to blame her for being in his company with ulterior motives. He could also blame her for doubting him. However, she had ten thousand reasons to defend herself. It was just that he no longer wanted to hear her out.

What about her pain? Who would understand her, and who would consider it from her standpoint? Why didn't he listen to her explanation?

If she could tell him, if Hansen treated her well enough, and gave her the confidence to tell him, why didn't she say so? Why didn't she let him know? Why bother to hold on alone?

At that moment, she was like someone drowning in water. She tried to grab onto anything to survive. However, there was no one and nothing for her to rely on. Every time she thought of this, tears would unconsciously flow out.

At the very least, she had chosen to believe him.

So far, she had never asked him or blamed him. What else should she do?

In a daze, she woke up and opened her eyes to see that the sun was shining through the bright curtains. It was already bright, and it was a spring day outside. The scenery was really beautiful.

When Jenna got up and brushed her teeth, Flora had already brought her breakfast. She looked up at Hansen’ s room. The door was still closed. Obviously, he was not awake yet. It made sense since he worked till very late the night before.

After eating breakfast, Jenna went outside and walked around to enjoy the surroundings. The villa was not a very old building; there was a beautiful view of the bay behind it. The interior was filled with abundant natural light and the building was specially built with the highest quality of craftsmanship.

There was a garden in the back that was filled with beautiful flowers. In front was a large lawn with green grass and cherry blossoms that created a nice scenery. In front of the villa was a row of deck chairs and swings. The pure white iron rocking chairs were also elegant.

Surrounded by expensive trees and a small mountain on the side of the villa, the scenery was really astonishing.

Flora was busy in the manor by the mountain, and Jenna took a stroll while admiring the scenery outside the villa.

Flora, from a distance, saw her and greeted her with a smile.

"Miss, are you used to living here yet?" Flora plucked a bunch of red grapes from a plant and handed them to her, then said with a smile, "Try these California red grapes. I grew them by myself. They are very delicious."

"Thank you," Jenna took it and said with a smile. "The environment here is very good." After thinking about it, she asked, "Flora, do you usually live in this villa alone?"

"Yes, I am guarding the home for Young Master. My son and daughter are both in this country. One has settled down and the other is still in college. I have nothing to do. At that time, Young Master wanted to hire someone, so I applied. I am not fussy. The job is very good. I am used to living here now, and I don't think I suit my hometown anymore," Flora said proudly. "My son and daughter are both high-achieving college students. They are also living a good life."

"That's really good." The authentic California red grapes were really delicious, sweet, and refreshing. Jenna ate them and praised, "Flora, I admire your life."

"Fley, it's the blessings from Young Master. In the beginning, I couldn't adapt to life in this country. Fortunately, I met Young Master and he gave me this job which allowed me to do something useful at my age," Flora said as she wiped her sweat off. She was smiling brightly. Jenna saw her cheerful smile and she was immersed in her thoughts again.

"This villa is newly built, right?" She looked around, and asked casually.

"Yes, it was built around two years ago. This villa is very expensive, and only someone as rich as Young Master can afford it. Normal people can't even afford to think about it," Flora chatted. "Now that the housing price has risen again, the price of this villa has also increased by several million. Young Master really has good taste."

Flora said enviously, "Young Master is a good man. It is rumored that this house was bought for Young Madam. Although I have never seen Young Madam,

I can tell that she is a blessed woman. The maid who previously worked in Richards Manor told me that Young Madam was in Los Angeles so Young Master bought this villa here specifically for her. It’s just a pity that Young Madam has never been here." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Young Madam? Jenna was secretly surprised. Flansen bought this villa for Young Madam? Who was this Young Madam? In Los Angeles—was Flora referring to herself?

She was so surprised that she was in a daze.

Flora was a wise person. Seeing Jenna’s face change, she immediately realized that she was talking too much. When she thought of Flansen bringing her to stay overnight here, she seemed to think of something. She didn’t even know Jenna, so maybe she was wrong.

There was a panic in her heart. She was worried that Flansen would blame her, so she hurriedly said, "Miss, don't take it to heart. This is the Young Master's private matter, so I shouldn’t talk about it. He is a great young man and he's handsome too."

Flora's face looked a little frightened. Jenna's mind was still confused for a while. After looking at Flora's expression, Jenna knew Flora had misunderstood, so she said, "Flora, it's okay. You can call me Miss Murphy from now on. I want to ask you something."

Jenna thought about the important matter that day and didn't have much interest in what Flora said about Hansen's personal affairs. She wanted to ask Flora something else.

Unexpectedly, Flora flushed when she heard her surname Murphy. She looked at Jenna with bright eyes and asked excitedly, "Miss, are you Jenna Murphy?"

Jenna was surprised. How could she know her name? Obviously, Flora didn't know her.