Jenna laid on the soft seat, unable to muster any strength. Her eyes were laden with exhaustion while her face was frighteningly pale. Her messy hair was splayed over her face, yet it was not enough to hide her despair and melancholy; they were clearly visible. Hansen stayed silent the whole time. He could feel her pain and sadness; his agony no lesser than hers. In fact, it hurt him a lot more than what she was experiencing at that moment. He swallowed down the pain and organized the thoughts in his head. Earl had forced him to give an exact wedding date. Despite that, he was Hansen Richards. He was no prey to other people. It was impossible to expect that he would give in to their pressure! He only needed Jenna to trust him. Only with her faith in him would he have the courage to fight back. The light in his eyes flashed. If they would not accept what fate had in plan for them, they would have to fight out of it themselves. No one could
"First, get up and change. You look horrible." Hannah glared at Jenna's pale and thin face. She helped her up with a pull and demanded her to get a change of clothes. Dragged by Hannah, Jenna could only follow her to the shower. Hannah gave her a set of cotton pajamas. After taking a relaxing shower, Jenna put the pajamas on and walked out of the bathroom. "Jenna, I have ordered some takeaway. You should eat something for now." Hannah was on the phone in the living room. When she saw her coming out, she covered the phone with her hand and told her that. Jenna had no appetite. She sat down on the sofa sickly and spaced out. After Hannah finished the call, she turned around and saw Jenna sitting there as if her soul was sucked away. She said, "I had told you to not get involved with Richards Group. But, you didn t listen. Now look at what happened, you might as well be a corpse. Are you going to continue living like this?" Jenna listened to her
Hansen narrowed his eyes. Christopher had been hungry for achievements. For the sake of his track record, he might very well care about himself only and risk ruining their plan. Hansen could not just sit there and wiggle his toes while waiting for news. He still had to have certain details for the revenge. He could do nothing except to avenge Jenna and give her a proper answer. He was at the end of his wits to gain her forgiveness. Time passed by and night came. He still had the yellow envelope in his hand, unmoving. Vivian had sent someone to hand the envelope over to him. It was not until this moment that he found out she was also investigating the case secretly. "Hansen, I am old and no longer capable of helping with the case. I leave the rest of the investigation to you. Jenna is a good girl and she deserves the truth. I hope you'll do your best to bring her justice." She had called him on the phone and explained everything she did. He was stunned. It turned
The young male doctor calmly took the registration receipt from Hannah's hand and placed it on top of the pile of receipts on the table as he glanced at Jenna. Jenna, too, glanced at her receipt. It had 'Donald Colton' stated as a senior physician. She was surprised; it seemed that he was rather skilled in gynecology. A man who specialized in gynecology. Although she knew that there were more male gynecologists at present than in the past, she still felt embarrassed. "Give me your hand," Donald spoke softly. Did gynecologists usually check their patient's pulse? Jenna was puzzled but he was her doctor after all. She dismissed the thought and reached her hand over. Soon, Donald's warm fingers were placed on her wrists and he closed his eyes slightly. After a moment or two, she saw his eyebrows twitch. It felt as if her pulse started bouncing about too. She carefully examined his face but got nothing from his usual expression. Her heart began thr
"Hannah, let me figure it out by myself. Please, I'm only staying at your house for a few days. Please." Jenna hugged Hannah desperately as tears streamed down her face. Hannah could not bear seeing her in so much pain. Sighing, she stomped her feet and said, "Well, since you have decided to protect that b*stard, I have no choice but to let him go. But I'm warning you, this is no small matter. You must think it through, otherwise, you'll regret it for a lifetime." "Yes, thank you so much. I will think it through," Jenna agreed, still tearing up. Hannah took a deep sigh. She helped Jenna onto the iron bench and solemnly asked, "Jenna, tell me the truth, is the child in your stomach Hansen's? Don't lie to me." Hannah stared at her. Jenna and she grew up together, they were basically each other's reflection in a mirror. They were so similar that they knew what the other had on their mind without needing words. Even though she was certain that it was Hansen's, she w
"Jenna, let's go back to Collier Manor." Hansen reached out to hold her, desperate to bring her back to the manor immediately. "Let go of me." Her voice was icy cold, terrifyingly distant. "Jenna, please, go back with me." His voice was helpless in misery, pleading and begging apparent in his tone for the first time in forever. Her expression was so cold and stoic. He no longer dared to lift her up and carry her away as he pleased like before. He feared that it would anger her and push her further away from him. "Who do you think you are? Why should I go with you? Who are you to me, to ask me this?" Jenna sneered. Her words stung him like a sharp dagger. "Even if you're my boss, I had only signed a one-year contract with your company. Not you. I didn't sell myself to you and I have no obligation to follow you. If there are consequences, we can resort to the court." Her expression was determined, more than she ever was before. Jenna was no longer a fool. Sh
Hansen stood outside, staring blankly at Jenna as she disappeared before his eyes. He heard the door being slammed hard. The wind howled louder and the snowfall got heavier. He could hear the sound of vomiting inside the house. He did not have the courage to knock on the door. He knew that even if he knocked, it would not open for him. After standing in the cold for a while, the noise Hansen heard from inside faded away into a deathly silence. It was then that he walked away. His phone rang. "Mr. Richards, I found another evidence of Earl's embezzlement of the public funds. Do you want him arrested?" John's voice was full of glee on the other side of the phone. Hansen had no expression on his face. So what if they found evidence? Even if Earl was arrested, could he abandon Aria? She was pregnant with his child, was there a choice? Vivian would not allow it, Marissa would not either. Even Jenna thought it's impossible. "Let's stop here for
"Got it." Hansen paused, expressionless. He mumbled the words before he went upstairs. He opened the door of his and Jenna's shared bedroom and jumped when he saw someone sleeping on the bed. Could it be that Jenna had returned? There was excitement and hope in his heart, and he walked briskly to the bed. Soon after, he sighed and shook his head. It was not her. It was impossible; why would she come back? He thought he went to the wrong room and stepped out of the threshold to examine the door. It was their room, he was sure of it! Who was this person? How dare she sleep in their bed! He then proceeded to turn on the lights. The bedroom was lit up instantly. It was a woman. She looked gorgeous, reminding him of Jenna's face. Minnie! He recognized her with one look. This was not Jenna, but that nasty woman, Minnie Murphy. "How dare you sleep on this bed!" His anger flared immediately and he roared at her.