"D*mn you, b*stard!" Jenna cursed. He knew about her mother's kidney disease. Of course, there's nothing he wouldn't know if he wanted to. Furthermore, the Richards Group was one of the shareholders of the best hospitals in the country. If they annoyed Hansen, never mind treating patients, the Director would also lose his job. When Trevor was being treated in the hospital, it was rumored that Hansen was not satisfied with their treatment plan and immediately fired the Director of the hospital. Hansen hated her to the core. She really could not afford to offend him for the sake of her mother. There was no other way. Jenna was at Hansen's mercy! What could Jenna do about it? As soon as Hansen drove into the Richards Manor, he saw the butler standing at the pathway entrance to Green Jade Garden, anxiously looking around. When he saw his car, his eyes lit up and he greeted him with a smile. "Young Master, you're finally back!" The butler was beaming with joy.
"Ah, Georgia, this is not what Hansen or I want. You should know that Hansen's grandmother is still alive and she is the only one who has the final say in family matters, especially in the Richards Manor. After all, the Richards Manor is left to her by the Old Master. We're helpless too!" Marissa explained desperately. Georgia's face was getting darker, and Earl's gaze was sharp. He was used to seeing such a big commotion. Nevertheless, he always kept his composure. "Hansen, I want to listen to your opinion on this matter. I want to hear what you have to say," he spoke softly, but he was staring at Hansen. If Hansen was not calm and courageous enough, he would not be able to speak his mind. However, Hansen said calmly, "Uncle, you know that this is my second marriage, and I am also a descendant of the Richards family. I can only listen to my elders in some matters. I have already made it clear to Aria that day and asked her to think thoroughly. In the beginning, I did
"You're back," she mumbled, "The food...... is cold. I'll go and heat it up." She panicked and quickly picked up the dishes and headed towards the kitchen, avoiding him like the plague. Hansen looked at her and did not stop her. There was a soft, warm smile on his face. He walked to the couch and put his briefcase down. Then he sat down and turned on the large LCD screen TV. He clicked on the news channel. After a while, the aroma of the food drifted over which made his stomach growl. Only then did he realize that he was actually hungry. When he was at the Richards Manor, he only took a couple of bites of dinner because he had no appetite to eat. However, now that he smelled the aroma of the food, he felt hungry. "It's ready. Let's eat," Jenna placed the dishes on the table and spoke softly. Hansen stood up happily and walked to the dining room. On the table, there was a steaming hot bowl of soup. It was obvious that it had been boiling for qui
"No. I don't want to," Jenna was shocked by his words and she shook her head in panic. She had no choice but to unbutton her shirt with her trembling hands. However, the buttons seemed to be against her and she could not unbutton them. Suddenly, she admired her courage for being able to offer her body to him last time. "Are you testing my patience?" Hansen looked at her indifferently. Although he was itching to ravage her, he forced himself to hold it in. There was a coy smile on his face with his eyes scanning her body. He admired her nervous little woman's appearance. The process could not be rushed. it could be compared to winemaking. It's like a fine wine that grew more aromatic and intoxicating the longer it was kept. Hansen enjoyed the process very much. What a lecherous man! Jenna really wanted to turn around and slap him. This d*mn guy! The clothes she was wearing were the conservatives ones that Hansen bought for her. The buttons were in rows, so
Hansen was sitting in his office as he dealt with the company's business affairs in high spirits. In the blink of an eye, the morning flew past. At noon, the sudden thought of Jenna at home made him smile. He headed downstairs and went straight to Collier Manor. He did not seem tired from last night. Instead, he was full of energy. He has never felt this energized. He had a slight smirk on his face when he recollected thoughts of last night's incident. As he opened the door to the living room, a wave of silence greeted him. It was as if no one was at home. Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his chest. The part-time cleaner has already come and cleaned the house. The house was spick and span, but it was also filled with the eerie sound of emptiness. Where was this woman? After pondering for a while, he headed towards the bedroom. On the spacious and comfy bed, he could see the woman sleeping peacefully on it as her hair splayed out on the pillow.
Jenna was taken aback and immediately froze in her spot. She was bitter and did not want to walk over. "No." She stood there, looking up at the ceiling with a cold look. What the h*ll was going on? This woman not only dared to hang up the phone but also dared to defy his order! "Come. Over. Now." Hansen dragged his tone, sounded more dignified. A slight hint of impatience could be in his voice. Jenna rolled her eyes at him and had no choice but to take a couple of small steps towards him. "Hand it over to me." He reached out with an apathetic face. "What?" Jenna was puzzled and stared at him blankly. What did he want? She had nothing on her except for the bag that she was carrying. "Your bag," he said as he spat out those two words. Her bag? Did he really say that he wanted her to hand over her bag? That was her personal belonging. It was her handbag. Why did he want it? Why should she give it to him? Jenna held her handbag tightly
"Look at you. You look so conservative. Don't pretend to be a nun. Do you want to seduce and hook up with more men?" He chuckled and teased her. Jenna rolled her eyes at him and cursed inwardly, "Hansen, would it kill you if you did not humiliate me for once?" Although she scolded him in her heart, she did not dare to show it on her face. She just lowered her head and allowed him to lead her outside. "Can you please look a little lively? Who will want to look at your face if you looked so gloomy?" Hansen was unhappy and dissatisfied. Jenna was speechless. She had no choice but to lift her head high and force a smile. As the two of them stepped into the elevator, a few people smiled at them and whispered: "A couple of happy husband and wife." When Jenna heard their words, she muttered to herself. What part of them looked like a happy couple? It was evident that she looked awkward because he demanded her to look live
Hansen buried his head in her neck and breathed in her fragrance. After a long while, nothing happened. None of what she had imagined happened. She could not help but feel a little strange and blinked in confusion. "Hurry up and go to sleep." He whispered hoarsely into her ear. Sleep? Does it mean that he was not going to torture her tonight? Jenna was even more confused. She turned her body in his arms. She wanted to meet his eyes to make sure that he was not messing with her. "What are you doing? Are you not able to fall asleep? Do you want me to torture you?" He held her tightly and asked strictly. This time, he looked angry. What's more, Jenna was in his arms, which was no less than provoking his desire. He wanted nothing more than to trap her under his body and tear her apart so that he could satisfy his hunger. However, he was genuinely worried about her body and suppressed his desire. Jenna was sure this time. She was sure that he had no intention o