Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 65

"Don't move. Be good. I won't eat you. Besides, it's not the first night we've been like this. You don't have to worry about anything. Another night won't make much difference. It's better for both of us to keep each other warm than to resist the cold alone, right?" His voice was a little sneaky but soft. His arms were warm, and Jenna was subconsciously unwilling to leave as soon as she touched them. As a woman, she could not resist his voice, let alone his handsome and charming look.

His hands wrapped around her waist and gently stroked it, but he didn't do anything else.

He unzipped her tracksuit and wrapped his arms tightly around her body. Jenna lay close against his chest. It was so warm that she did not feel cold at all. Jenna had never felt so warm and comfortable before.

The warm hand moved gently around her waist with a tingling and soothing sensation. Jenna squirmed and stiffened. She didn't know where his hand was going to move to. Her woman's instinct told her that the hand didn't seem to be so nice. Sure enough, his hand was reaching into her clothes.

"Don't," Jenna's face quickly reddened and she quickly stopped him. The fire in the cave was getting dimmer and was about to go out. Slowly, they were surrounded by increasing darkness.

"Don't, don't what?" He chuckled and his lips moved closer to her face. Jenna quickly ducked her face away from his warm breath and hid in her clothes.

"I'm very tired. Don't move," Jenna spoke softly in embarrassment. A few days ago, she used the wound on her back as an excuse to escape his embrace. Now, she could have fought back but she didn't move. On one hand, it was cold in the cave and it would be colder after midnight. It was better for them to hug each other for warmth. That was her explanation. In fact, she didn't want anything else. Although snuggling in his arms was very warm and comfortable and she didn't want to leave at all, if he went too far, she would still resist. After all, they had a complicated relationship.

He held her tightly so that she could not move, but his hand was roaming over her back. Her skin was very smooth and delicate. The touch from Hansen's hand was very comfortable. His hand moved around her back but stopped when he caressed her scar.

"When it's time, go for a laser treatment to remove the scars," he said softly. It was a pity to have an ugly scar on her delicate back!

He sighed as if he had caused her the scar. No matter what her purpose was, she had taken the knife for him. When he thought of her courage and fortitude at that time, it would make his heart race.

Jenna nestled against his chest. When she heard his rapid heartbeat slow down, she felt that he was uneasy and concerned. Was he blaming herself or worried about something? In fact, she had never thought about making him feel guilty or uneasy. She had taken the knife for him willingly and didn't need him to worry about anything. She sighed in her heart and was speechless.

She slowly closed her eyes as sleepiness overwhelmed her. When she was about to fall asleep, she heard a faint voice coming from the sky, which felt unreal, "Jenna, in the future, would you still remember me?"

Jenna opened her eyes in a daze. The cave was quiet and there was no sound. It must be a hallucination. She closed her eyes and lay quietly in his arms but she felt less sleepy.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of loss and silence arose in her heart.

There was no doubt that they would go their own ways in the future. They would have their own partners in their lives. The journey would become a part of their memories. It would all be in the past. When she grew old, would she still remember him? Would she still remember their marriage, those unfortunate events and the fact that she blocked a knife for him?

It felt like she was going to forget about that now. It was so terrible and painful that her mind had already been emptied automatically.

Jenna felt her whole body stiffen, and the cave was quiet.

A long time later, Hansen did not hear her answer. He understood that the woman in his arms would have another man to love her in the future. Perhaps Rayan would marry her. He was sure of that. He had no doubt about Rayan's sincerity. He was a real man, and Hansen knew that better than anyone else. If Rayan wanted to marry her, even Hilda could not stop him!

The thought of her marriage with Rayan or other men and that she might give birth to children for them flashed an inexplicable feeling of confusion and loss into his mind.

She did not answer him, which meant that she would not remember him at all. She would forget everything about him completely in the future. He was nothing in her heart. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he felt.

He thought she deliberately didn't answer him, and that she wasn't asleep. After he asked the question, he felt her stiffen.

"Will you hate me?" He asked unconsciously. She probably would hate him. Over the years, he had not given her any warmth and had ruined her love life and humiliated her repeatedly. She would hate him the way he used to hate her.

This time, Jenna heard it clearly and opened her bright eyes wide. Would she hate him? She should have. She had given him her best years, but he had brought so much harm to her. However, if he had nothing to do with her father's death, she would not hate him. She couldn't do it. After all, she had loved him affectionately. She had no regrets. What was wrong with loving someone? There should not be hate.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"No, I won't hate you," she shook her head in his arms and answered lazily.

Although her voice was soft, it was firm. When Hansen heard it, he was not surprised. Instead, he had a feeling of loss. She did not even hate him, which showed that she completely ignored him in her heart. People often said that how deep the love was was equivalent to how much hatred one should have when love faded away. Since she had no love nor hatred toward him, it was natural that she would forget him.

However, Hansen always felt that the woman in his arms had a strong connection to him. It would not be over between them.

"Jenna, can we still be friends in the future?" His eyes were dark and deep, and he slowly asked in a low voice.

Friends? Jenna's sleepiness had disappeared. Could they still be friends in the future? She found the answer in Trevor's ward that day. It was obviously unrealistic. Maybe not long after, she would not only leave him, but she would also leave A city and disappear from his sight forever.

It was unlikely for them to be friends. They should make up their minds to cut everything off and start new lives separately. They should get it over with and not drag their feet, which would be bad for both of them.

It took her a lot of courage and perseverance to come to that decision. Could they still be friends?

"No, we can't," she answered quickly and firmly.

Hansen's heart trembled. She answered so quickly and determinedly. Women were really cold- blooded animals. After all, they were so close before. How could she be so decisive?

What a horrible feeling it would be when everything between them would fade away and there would be nothing left between them. He suddenly felt unhappy and he did not like the feeling. He

felt that the woman in his arms should accompany him further in his journey of life in the future.

They fell into a long silence.

After a long time, they said at the same time, "Go to sleep."

After saying that, both of them were stunned at the same time and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Take out your hand," Jenna protested softly. Since they couldn't even be friends, she didn't want to leave more unforgettable memories between them, lest it takes more effort when they try to forget each other.

"No," Hansen refused. He didn't want such a feeling to disappear too quickly. He wanted to be greedy and enjoy the feeling of having no barriers between them. It was pure and somewhat intoxicating.

"I'm really tired. Please," Jenna struggled to sit up.

"Don't move. If you move again, are you trying to make me do something?" Hansen threatened her in her ear.

His breath was hot, and Jenna was not surprised at all that he would do something out of line.

Feeling his rapid breathing and rising body temperature, she really dared not move, for fear that he might actually make further moves. After all, he was a man.

Hansen seemed to have won, and the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted.

The fire in the cave gradually died down, and darkness surrounded them like a bottomless pit. Jenna's eyelids were closed, and she started feeling sleepy again. She found a comfortable position in his arms and curled up and was about to fall asleep.

"Are you cold?" In a daze, she asked uneasily. After all, it was getting colder in the cave.

His breathing was steady and rhythmic. He did not answer her.

He should be cold. Jenna became more anxious, but her eyelids were so heavy that she was about to fall asleep.

"Go to sleep. Don't talk so much," he was impatient, as if she had interrupted his sleep.

Jenna closed her eyes, no longer worried, and soon she fell asleep.

When the golden sunshine came in from outside the cave, she opened her eyes and felt very comfortable under the warm sunshine.

"You're awake. Get up quickly," Hansen said. Although he enjoyed holding her like that at first, his whole body was sore and numb after.

Jenna blinked her eyes and looked around. When she saw Hansen's tired face, she couldn't help but be shocked. Did he not sleep well? At that time, she realized that her arms were tightly wrapped around his waist and she was still in his arms. She couldn't help blushing and quickly stood up.

"I'm sorry, did you sleep well?" She asked a little uneasily.

Hansen stared at her with a face full of remorse. Jenna kept hugging him all night, saying that she was cold. She woke him up several times from his dreams. He then held her tightly. At dawn, she clung to his waist tightly. Afraid of disturbing her good sleep, he moved to sit under the sun. He could hardly sleep while waiting for her to wake up.

How did she have the nerve to ask if he had a good sleep?