Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 284

In the morning, the sunlight shone into the room warmly through the curtains that hung on the windows, and spots of light decorated the walls of the room.

Aria sat next to the hospital bed, drinking some hot milk casually, in a relaxed manner.

A slight noise came from the bed, and she raised her eyes with joy.

"Hansen, you're awake!" she exclaimed.

Hansen's stiff eyes rolled around for a while. He slowly sat up, and looked around with his empty gaze.

"Hansen, you're finally awake. You've been in a coma for a whole day and night, I've been here taking care of you the whole time," Aria said.

Aria's smile was bright. Her words were sweet, and there was a faint blush on her cheeks.

Hansen retracted his gaze after scanning the room with it, and a sense of coldness started to rise in his eyes.

He could remember that that woman had betrayed him.

That woman whom he loved so deeply had betrayed him, and left him with her lover.

They even showed off their affection for each other right in front of him.

As his gaze grew icy, the muscles on his face started to tighten.

"I never wanted to turn back, I hate you! I only did all this to take revenge on you!" This was all she said before she left. These words knocked him down entirely, and made him severely ill. He always thought that he was strong and tough, yet he had fallen for her.

He sat silently, as the heart-wrenching pain hovered around in his heart.

"Hansen, you have lost a lot of weight. I'm so worried about you." Aria sat beside him. She reached out and took his arm, placing her face on it. "Wake up, Hansen. We will be getting married soon, and our child will be due anytime now. I need you, please don't leave me again, okay?"

Her tears twinkled in the corners of her eyes, as she looked at him delicately and pitifully.

"Pour me a glass of water," Hansen said lightly, as he brushed away the hand on his arm gently.

"Alright, I will." Aria assured.

He was finally speaking to her! This made her very happy. She quickly ran to get him a cup of water, and said diligently, "Hansen, you must be hungry, let's go have breakfast later. We can have some dumplings."

"No thanks." Hansen grabbed the cup from Aria, took a sip, and said gently, "I'm not hungry, Aria, you can eat without me."

"You haven't eaten for a whole day. You have to eat. The porridge there is delicious and it nourishes your stomach. I will eat with you," Aria said gently as she wrapped her arms softly around his neck. She wasn't willing to give up.

"I have some matters to attend to, so I need to go out soon. You should go back to the hospital first," Hansen said with a slight frown, pushing her hand away.

"Hansen, where are you going? You have not recovered yet," Aria asked in surprise.

"Don't worry about it. This sickness is nothing to me," Hansen said in a peaceful voice as he began to pack his things up.

Even though he wasn't very enthusiastic towards her, at least he was no longer cold and distant to her as before. This filled Aria's heart with glee. He was finally willing to talk to her. It means that he probably didn't despise her that much anymore.

Sure enough, as long as that woman stays away from them, he will eventually turn his attention on her.

"Hansen, please, take care of your body, okay? Don't go, stay with me." She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and pressed her face against his sturdy back. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and said sweetly, "Hansen, we're going to be husband and wife soon. Let's go back to the Richards Manor together."

Hansen's back stiffened, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, perhaps at the words 'husband and wife'. He stood up straight and stared outside firmly.

Aria was elated that he allowed her to continue hugging him, and did not push her away like he used to.

She was as tender as water, yet as passionate as fire. She wanted to make him hers completely.

"Hansen, let's go try on the wedding dress today. The wedding dress that I had chosen was very pretty. Will you go with me?" she said with a pleasant tone, and hugged him even tighter.

She believed that no man would be able to resist her charm and actions. She could definitely come up with a way to make him stay with her, and fall in love with her.

Hansen looked out of the window for a long time, and finally withdrew his gaze.

"Aria, I'll be leaving now. Go back to the hospital first," He said decisively, pushing her hand away.

"But, Hansen, we..." Aria held onto his hand tightly as she teared up.

Hansen's eyes flickered, and a genuine smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Aria, let go of me. I will take you to the New Year Banquet," he said.

Will he?

As soon as she heard his words, Aria's eyes lit up, and her heart was filled with joy. She let go of him reluctantly, and said friskily, "Come back soon, Hansen. I've missed you."

As she spoke, she extended her arms and helped him put on his necktie, and then patted the wrinkles on his suit with a bright smile on her face.

All of a sudden, the door opened and a nurse walked in with a cart.

"Mr. Richards, it's time for an injection," she said.

"No, thank you, I'm already feeling much better." After taking a look at his phone, Hansen strode out of the room.

"But..." The nurse stood there, not knowing what to do.

"It's okay, you may go now. Mr. Richards is young and strong, he doesn't need that." Aria was already beaming with joy, and her face was flushed with happiness. Her attitude towards the nurses became much better as her mood improved.

"Congratulations, Ms. McAdams, it seems that Mr. Richards is going to come back to you." Minnie Murphy saw everything with her own eyes, and came to congratulate Aria the minute Hansen left.

"Of course." Aria smiled proudly. "That woman will lose miserably if she chooses to fight with me."

"You're right, that b*tch isn't even qualified to fight with you. She struggled to stay for so long, yet still got chased out of the Richards Manor in the end. I'm pretty sure that she'll never get the chance

to return ever again." Minnie scorned, feeling contented. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Alvin, book two flight tickets to the Capital City right away." Hansen gave Alvin a call as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the hospital.

The plane whizzed through the sky, and white cotton-like clouds passed by the windows of the first- class cabin.

Hansen sat on the adjustable seat with his eyes closed. His face lacked any emotion. His expression was cold, and he remained quiet throughout the whole journey.

Ever since he fell ill yesterday, he had changed a lot. He was no longer aggressive and impulsive. He felt as if he had woken up from a nightmare, and that his rational mind had returned. Everything was back to normal, and he was the same Mr. Richards that he used to be.

In the past, he quarreled with her, fought with her, as if they were maniacs. He would compete with Rayan irrationally, and even fight him out of jealousy. He thought that as long as he loved her with all his heart, she would feel his sincerity and love and cherish him as well, so he desperately tried to regain her heart. But all there were destroyed by her words, "I hate you, I only did all this to take revenge on you".

Three years ago, he was frivolous and arrogant. He humiliated her, treated her cruelly, and broke her heart completely. He deserved to hear those words.

He finally understood that a relationship would never work if the love was one-sided. Impulse and enthusiasm alone would never be enough to let him own her heart.

However, there were still suspicions regarding the Javon Murphy case, and it involved the Richards Group as well. He couldn't let it slide.

He had promised her that he would find her the answer, and the suspicions involved Norton as well. From whichever point of view, he had to find the truth. He had the responsibility to do so for her, and for Norton.

The Richards family had owed her too much. He had no right to request anything from her.

Soon, he arrived at the Ford Manor in the Capital City. It was a typical old courtyard house in the Capital City, with lush trees and beautiful surroundings.

Hansen rang the doorbell of the Ford family.

"I'm Hansen Richards. I'm looking for Sheldon Ford." Hansen said as a man who looked like a worker opened the door and looked at him in confusion.

"Please give me a moment, I have to report to Mr. Ford." The man could tell that Hansen was no ordinary guest from his branded briefcase and steady aura. After nodding his head politely, he walked into the house.

After a while, the male worker came out and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Richards, Mr. Ford is currently at work. You may leave him a message if you have anything to tell him. I will pass him the message."

"Stop pretending." Alvin, who was standing next to him, said impatiently. He roared with annoyance, "My young master came all the way from A city to visit him personally, so you'd better stop acting. We have already confirmed that Mr. Ford did not go to work today, and is taking the day off at home. Don't try to fool us."

The man became hesitant when he heard Alvin's words. He didn't know what to do.

"How about this, tell him that I have some information regarding his time as the financial manager back at A City, and I would like to give it to him as a gift. If he wants it, tell him to come and find me

in person. I'll be staying at the Jewelry Hotel, and I will leave by five o'clock tomorrow in the afternoon," Hansen said domineeringly.

"Okay, I will," the worker answered timidly as he saw Hansen talk.

"Let's go," Hansen said to Alvin calmly after giving the worker a sharp glare.

"Alright, young master." Alvin gave the worker a fierce glance as well and left along with Hansen.

"Mr. Richards, do you think he will come meet us?" Alvin asked, a little worried.

"Don't worry, he will," Hansen said confidently as he placed the things in his hands on the desk of the hotel suite.

Alvin nodded. "Mr. Richards, I didn't expect this case to be so complicated."

Hansen remained calm.

Soon, the hotel room telephone rang.

Alvin picked up the phone, said the word 'yes', and hung up. He turned his head and said to Hansen," It's Mr. Richards. He's here."

The corners of Hansen's mouth curved into a cold smile.

An unpredictable smile crept across Alvin's face as well.

The doorbell rang.

Alvin opened the door with a solemn face.

A man in his 50s stood at the door in his suit. He had a big. bald spot in the middle of his head, also known as the typical 'Mediterranean sea' hairstyle. He had an oily forehead, a bulging belly, and a sheepish smile on his face.

"Who are you looking for?" Alvin asked arrogantly, with an expression that made him look like he was difficult to get along with.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Richards," he murmured as he smiled flatteringly.

Mr. 'Mediterranean' obviously knew who Hansen was. He knew that they had visited him personally a while ago, and yet he dared to reject meeting them, it was obvious that he was guilty of something. If Mr. Richards hadn't resorted to using his secret weapon, he would've probably never appeared on his own. Alvin despised him, and felt very irritated in his heart.

He said haughtily, "Report your name."

Mr. 'Mediterranean' couldn't care less about his attitude. He said politely, "I'm Sheldon Ford, and I've come to visit Mr. Richards."

Alvin squinted his eyes and looked at him in disdain, then turned his head and asked respectfully, "Mr. Richards, do you want to see this person?"

"Let him in," Hansen said without raising his head. He sat on the sofa, with his head lowered to look at the document folder.

"Alright," Alvin replied, and quickly shouted, "Come in."

Mr. ‘Mediterranean’ walked in hurriedly, and saw the document folder in Hansen's hand in a glance. He couldn't help but to break into cold sweat as he saw the words A City Financial Department' on the document folder.