Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 282

"Jen." Just as Jenna entered through the gate, she saw Rayan standing right in front of her.

He was wearing a woolen knee-length trench coat, and his tall, big figure blocked the wind and snow from reaching her. A warm, gentle smile hung across his handsome face.

"Rayan." Jenna was speechless for a while, did he see and hear everything that had happened just now? There was a large gate in between, but he wasn't very far away.

She stood in confusion, with a red umbrella in her freezing hand. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold wind as well.

"I'm here to take you home," he said as if he could read her mind, generously and naturally.

Jenna smiled and nodded.

Rayan took her umbrella and held it over her head, while looking at her with his shining gaze.

What is this woman made of, why is she so resilient? She was already so weak from all that she's been through, yet she was still thinking of protecting others? How kind must she be to be able to do this? Her uncontrolled boldness made Rayan sigh deeply.

The girl in front of him had a stunning beauty that couldn't be hidden by her pale complexion. She looked at him with her shimmering eyes wide open, as a smile curved along with her brows. Rayan was surprised to find that even after she had gone through so much hardship and torture, she still maintained a clear and gleaming gaze. Despite the pain that was buried deep in her eyes and could never be erased, it was still very precious.

Sure enough, the woman he liked was unique and worthy of his pursuit.

"Rayan, I'm sorry, I got you involved again," Jenna said apologetically.

Rayan smiled casually and gently.

"Silly girl, I am willing to take the blame for you for the rest of my life." His voice was very pleasant, it was crystal clear just like white clouds and flowing water.

Jenna smiled bitterly, yet she did not understand the meaning behind his words. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Don't worry, it won't be long," she whispered, feeling a little depressed. Perhaps this will be the last time. From then on, she will leave this messed up place forever and live happily with her child.

She lowered her head and looked at her steps.

Her footsteps were so weak, so fragile. Could she carry the burden of her life?

"Jen, let's go home first," Rayan said softly, as he looked at the snowflakes floating in the sky, and then landing lightly on the umbrella above her.

She was pregnant, and the weather was cold. The doctor has said that she was very weak and severely malnourished. He did not dare to let her stay in the snow for too long.

Jenna nodded and followed him.

The two of them walked side by side in the snow.

" Wait for me here, I'll get the car," he said to her, as he handed her the umbrella at the entrance of the parking lot on their left.

Jenna nodded, and stood in the snow with the umbrella. Snow flakes floated down in front of her, they were light and beautiful.

She stretched out her arm and placed her hand outside the umbrella. Very soon, her hand was covered with snowflakes.

The corners of her mouth lifted a little to form a slight smile.

Soon, Rayan's car was driven out of the parking lot and stopped in front of her.

She kept the umbrella, opened the door and went in.

The luxurious Rolls- Royce drove into the distance.

"Miss Smith, is that the woman? The woman who had snatched Rayan from you and gotten pregnant?" Shirley kept staring at Jenna from afar. She couldn't see her face clearly, so she asked Hilda.

Hilda's face was hidden under a soft and fluffy hat, and her pair of eyes looked at the couple at the entrance of the hospital. The handsome man and the beautiful woman was really a match made in heaven.

Her eyes were full of loneliness and sorrow.

That day, she had heard from her father that he was going to get married.

He was still going to marry her after all.

Despite the fact that she was pregnant with another man's child, he was still willing to marry her. Is that love?

She stood quietly, and she, who was usually elegant and composed, cried sad tears.

Shirley found the answer to her question in Hilda's eyes.