Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 172

Hansen was pacing in the garden below Ink Garden, wandering back and forth, feeling an unspeakable irritability in his heart. He was afraid to go in.

In the current situation, Hansen must get the support of his grandma no matter what. He thought that Grandma had always liked Jenna so much, and she would definitely support him.

As long as Grandma liked Jenna and insisted on her opinion, then Hansen would have the courage and excuse to reject Aria.

It depended on whether he could put aside his ego.

Before, in front of Grandma, Hansen had repeatedly stressed that he hated Jenna, didn't like her, and insisted on a divorce. But now, he was begging his grandmother to say that she liked Jenna. Hansen would marry no one other than Jenna. He was a man, but he kept going back on his word. What happened?

Hansen was walking back and forth. Even Christopher woke him up and reminded him to ask the old lady when he encountered something important. He really had encountered a very important thing now, and he was about to ask his grandmother for help. But because his grandmother had planned his marriage, he was actually very alienated from her and his heart was filled with guilt and anxiety.

Hansen kept pacing in the garden, embarrassed to go in, and he didn't want to go back empty- handed.

"Madam, Young Master has been wandering downstairs for a long time. Would you like to invite him in?" Meroy had seen Hansen approach, and saw that he was just walking downstairs and did not come up. The Young Master was egoistic. He was embarrassed to come in. Worried that the old lady's darling grandson would be left out, she told Vivian about it immediately.

But Vivian didn't feel distressed when she heard it; instead, she spoke without any expression.

"Don't worry about him. Leave him alone. He has to take care of the troubles he made himself. We are big wealthy people and we can't do such shameful things."

Meroy had to stop talking.

Hansen took out his cigarette and took a few puffs, and he finally made up his mind and walked upstairs.

"Meroy, is Grandma asleep?" As soon as Hansen walked to the door of Grandma Richards's bedroom and stood on the steps, he saw Meroy watering the flowers. He remembered that Meroy used to take advantage of her free time whenever Grandma was asleep to water the flowers that his grandmother liked, so Hansen asked softly.

"Young Master, you're here." Meroy raised her head and glanced at Hansen, smiling cordially. "Come in and sit down. It's cold outside."

Hansen smiled as Meroy walked to the guest room inside. Meroy brewed some good tea for him, took out delicious treats, and said some homely things with a smile, but she never mentioned anything about the old lady. Hansen didn't know what to do.

"Young Master, try this. This is the gooseberry that I pickled myself. It is from the century-old tree in Ink Garden. It is good for the lungs and clears heat. It is very good," Meroy picked one with a toothpick and handed it to Hansen and said kindly.

Hansen didn’t want to eat anything, but Meroy had already handed the gooseberry to him, so he had no choice but to say "thank you" and take it. He put it in his mouth, and took a bite. The expression on his face changed.

What kind of fruit was this that it was so astringent and bitter? It was hard to swallow!

However, Hansen was embarrassed to spit it out, so he had to swallow.

"Master, don't despise it because it doesn't taste good. After a while, you won't think so," Meroy saw his expression, pursed her lips, and said hurriedly. "This thing is generally not available on the market. This tree was specially transplanted from India by the old lady. It is very precious. Most people don't like it at first, but they will gradually like it later."

Sure enough, after a while, Hansen felt that his whole mouth was clear and sweet, and the feeling extended to his throat and then to his stomach. Hansen only then realized the benefits of the fruit. He couldn't help but smile and praise it.

"Meroy, Grandma..." After a while, Hansen couldn't help it, so he had to ask.

"Young Master, wait." Meroy just remembered, and walked to the bedroom inside. After a while, she walked out and whispered. "Young Master, the old lady just woke up. It's time to read the newspaper. I told her about your arrival. She told you to just wait first. You know, the old lady has to read the newspaper at this time every day. Young Master, if you have nothing to do, just wait. If there is something urgent, you might as well go ahead and come back when you are done."

Hansen heard this, so he smiled and said, "Meroy, let's wait for her to finish reading the newspaper. I'm fine, so I'll just wait."

"Okay, Master, then you can stay here to drink some tea and eat something. I will call you when she finishes reading, as soon as possible." Meroy saw Hansen agree to wait. After she spoke, she took the newspaper and quietly walked in.

Hansen was bored that he had to sit on the sofa so he ate two pieces of pickled gooseberry. Later, Hansen discovered that the gooseberry didn’t taste as astringency anymore; it tasted sweet. He actually fell in love with eating it.

Before he knew it, he waited for two hours.

Just when he felt impatient, he saw Meroy come out with a smile and said to him, "Sorry, Young Master, for keeping you waiting for a long time. Today, the old lady was in a good mood, and she asked me to read more to her. Now the old lady invites you in."

"It's okay, it's okay." Although Hansen felt miserable, he had to say that it was okay. He walked in and wondered since when he had to wait so patiently for other people, but this was his grandmother and she had to be respected.

It was winter. The old lady was afraid of the cold so the floor was covered with woolen carpets. Hansen took off his shoes and walked in lightly.

"Grandma." The old lady was lying halfway on the recliner chair, covered with a thick cashmere blanket. Her face was ruddy, and she was in good spirits. Hearing Hansen's voice, there was a loving smile on her face.

"Hansen, you're here to see me." She smiled kindly.

"Grandma, I've been a bit busy lately so I couldn't visit you often. Please forgive me." Hansen squatted down in front of Grandma Richards, smiling, covering up his embarrassment.

In recent years, the relationship between him and his grandmother had not been as close as in previous years. He felt ashamed to even think about the reason.

"You're so excellent, so naturally you're going to be busy. As long as you think about me often, I am satisfied," Grandma Richards said lovingly, still smiling.

Hansen was even more ashamed now, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Hansen, anything I can help with?" Grandma Richards asked with concern.

Hansen raised his head and looked at Grandma's concerned eyes. For a moment, he felt touched. He felt like he had returned to his childhood. No matter what he did wrong, Grandma would smile and say, "It's okay. I trust my grandson."

Hansen at that time would be confident and grateful to his grandma.

But had he done something wrong now?

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"Grandma, I just want to come and see you. There is nothing wrong." Hansen didn't know where to start, so he had no choice but to stop and hesitate. And then he said, "Grandma, Dad's illness may get better. Jenna has arranged surgery overseas."

When he mentioned Jenna, Hansen finally had a smile on his face. He was glad that he was able to find a topic to talk about.

Grandma Richards also nodded happily, but she stared at him and asked, "Hansen, did you let Jenna take care of your father's surgery?"

"Yes, Grandma." Hansen smiled gently.

"Do you believe her now? I remember that you hated her very much, and held a grudge against me because of this." Grandma Richards was being frank without worrying about his ego.

That question made Hansen ashamed. His face flushed, and he did not dare to face his grandma's kind and sharp eyes.

"Grandma, I was really confused at the time and didn't see the truth of the facts clearly. I have to ask you to forgive me for this," Hansen lowered his head and said, embarrassed.

Grandma Richards's eyes were as calm as a millpond, and the kind smile on her face was gone. She had an expression that Hansen had never seen before; quiet, calm but also sad.

She fell into silence for a long time.

Hansen also felt a little uneasy. He raised his head and saw the pain in his grandma's eyes. He was shocked and felt an unprecedented chill.

"Hansen, do you have anything to say to me?" Grandma Richards's voice sounded like it came from hell; desolate, helpless, old, and even with a trace of tranquility. It was deep and lasting, and the emotion hit Hansen’s heart. He looked at her anxiously, at Grandma’s face, and said seriously, "Yes, Grandma, I want to make it clear. The person I love is Jenna. Actually, I love only her. I didn't listen to my heart clearly before. Now I know. I want to remarry her. It was my fault before. I wronged her and you, Grandma. I am asking you to forgive me. I have made up my mind to marry only her in this life."

Hansen declared very solemnly and he thought Grandma would be happy. He thought that was something Grandma would be happy about.

But he was wrong.

After listening to his words, Grandma Richards didn't show any joy on her face. It was even gloomier than at the beginning. Her eyes flashed and her expression became heavier.

There was an unprecedented depression in the air, and it was so depressing that Hansen felt difficult to breathe.

He didn't hear his Grandmother smile and say, "Hansen, just correct the mistake. I believe in my grandson."

Instead, he heard the harsh words of Grandma Richards.

"Hansen, do you have nothing to say to me except this?"

Hansen became confused again. Looking at his grandma, he shook his head blankly.

"Hansen, I'm asking you. What are you going to do about Aria?" Grandma Richards's voice rang loudly, so that Hansen quickly recovered from the state of blankness.

"No, Grandma. Aria has nothing to do with me. I have already compensated her. She doesn't know how to cherish it and you agreed to let her live in Richards Manor. Three months have passed so she can leave now." He was flustered, even incoherent.