"Steffan, there's no need to see me off. It's very late. You should head home early." Jenna really wasn't used to the cold weather. She was chilled to the bone. As the cold wind swept over her, she felt as if her whole body was encased in a block of ice. Even her voice was trembling as she spoke. Steffan was about to take off his coat and give it to Jenna, but after saying those words, she ran quickly into the dormitory. It was just too cold! She couldn't bear it anymore, not even for another minute. Steffan stood rooted to the spot, sighing heavily as he looked at her retreating back. After a while, he returned to his car and left. "Mr. Richards, are you sure you want to go up and visit Madam at this late hour?" Alvin had observed that Jenna seemed to be in a hurry and it was already very late at night. Although Steffan and the paparazzi had left, he felt that Jenna must be exhausted by now. However, Hansen raised his eyebrows sharply. "Why not? I f
Jenna let out a small scream as she dove under the quilt. "Jenna!" Hansen rushed into the room. His eyes were wide open as he struggled to look for her. His vision was blurry and he could only follow the sound towards the thin figure crouched on the bed. She was holding the quilt tightly and her body seemed to be trembling. "Don't come over!" Jenna cried out when she saw Hansen approaching her, anxious and scared. "I'm going to call the police!" She screamed loudly. Following her voice and scent, Hansen made his way towards her in a few quick steps. "Call the police?" Hansen grabbed her wrist and laughed in a low voice. "Even if I sleep with you right now, I would just be sleeping with my wife. What can the police possibly do to me? I can't ask for anything more than that." Jenna was unable to resist the strong and overbearing aura emanating from his body. The words came out of his mouth so naturally, as if she was really his wife. "You..." Jenna sat
Inside the luxurious presidential suite, it was as warm as spring. Jenna had been brought to the suite by Hansen. The warmth enveloped her, melting the coldness deep in her heart little by little. She wasn't used to staying in such an upscale hotel, but at this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of calm. Everything seemed to feel right and natural. The feeling was extremely shocking to her! "Jenna, stay here for the time being. I'll bring you to buy a new set of clothes tomorrow." Hansen approached her, his voice gentle. Even though Jenna was surrounded by so much luxury, her mind was still clear. "Mr. Richards, that doesn't make any sense. I can't stay here," she said calmly. "Doesn't make sense?" Hansen sneered. "If things made sense, we would be making love to each other on this bed right now." Jenna didn't expect him to speak so explicitly, her face flushed immediately. "Mr. Richards, even if I really am your wife, that's j
"Jenna, I'm sorry, I was too excited today." There was a sense of defeat in Hansen's eyes. He then raised his head and said in a heavily aggrieved voice, "But, Jenna, you're my wife. We still have a child we have to raise together. This is an indisputable fact. Even if my actions hurt you, you must know that this is my love for you." Jenna's heart felt like it was torn apart, and she took a step back. Because of his kiss, her flushed face gradually became pale, and her heart was pounding uncomfortably. At that moment, Hansen's eyes were full of confusion. His face was full of grievance, like a lost child. She had to admit that he didn't look like he was lying at all. "Mr. Richards, I have already lost my past memories, and I do not doubt the authenticity of your words. But no matter what, you are a stranger to me right now. What you've told me is one side of the story, and I can't give you my answer right now, but give me time and I will find out. And please, I
"Mr. Yintern, he's in the meeting room. I'll take you there," said the secretary warmly. She seemed to have never seen such a serious expression on his face before. Steffan merely nodded his head and did not object. In the spacious conference room, Hansen was sitting on the reception chair. His side profile was as cold as ice, perfect and flawless. Even his thick glasses were unable to hide his cold gaze. Alvin stood by his side with no expression on his face. "Mr. Yintern, this is Mr. Richards. He said that he has something to talk to you about..." The secretary informed him as they entered the room. "Prepare some tea." Steffan waved her off. "Yes." The secretary obeyed and left. He walked over in a solemn and natural manner, sitting down on the opposite side of Hansen. "You've found her," he said calmly, the expression on his face as calm as the waves. Hansen lifted his brows, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He rai
"Am I really Hansen Richards' wife?" Jenna sat in the office, looking at the ceiling in a daze with her head tilted. "Thump. Thump." A series of sounds came from her ceiling upstairs. Sitting on the office chair, Jenna could even feel the floorboards shaking. "What the h*ll are they doing?" The building had a total of 28 floors, and Yintern Group occupied the third floor. Jenna's office and Steffan's office were on the same floor, which was on the 20th floor. Jenna had never cared about who lived on the floor above her. The floor above her, which had always been quiet, was then filled with an uncomfortable noise, and Jenna's eyebrows were knitted together. After a while, she turned on her computer. She stared at the computer, with the screen frozen on the Wikipedia page for quite some time. Then, she lifted her fingers and entered the name 'Hansen Richards' without hesitation. "Dory, do you still feel unwell?" When Steffan walked in, Jenna was
"Well, Dory, since the Richards Group will be renovating their office, there'll be no peace downstairs. Why don't we take the rest of the afternoon off and go for a walk?" Steffan stood in front of her, as the hammering sounds continued to glisten the air. The environment was indeed bad, so how could they possibly work? Upon seeing the situation, Jenna was helpless. She could only nod her head in agreement. "How about this? Let's pay a visit to Mr. Tangger. Who knows? The good-for-nothing master might have found a partner by now. Let's have a look at their relationship development." Thinking about Zevulon and his infatuation with that woman, Jenna giggled. "Yes, that's fine." "Let's go then." Steffan smiled. The two of them walked towards the exit. Before they left, Steffan looked up at the ceiling with a serious look and a cold smile on his face. When he walked out of the door, it was quiet in the corridor, and only Jenna's office was exceptionally noisy.
Surely enough, after a while, she heard Madam Lilian speak with a heavy voice, "Quina, for a powerful man like him, it is too difficult for him to be faithful to others. I am old and my daughter is disabled, my only hope is for my granddaughter. Just think about it, Jenna and Hansen have been married for so many years, and what is the result? All the while when Jenna was with Hansen, she was always injured and bruised. She has suffered more than the average woman. I have seen Hansen's loyalty towards her, but at least until now, I think Hansen is not the perfect man in protecting my granddaughter. This man can't even protect his own woman, and she had to suffer through so many consequences. Although sometimes it was unintentional and was driven by external forces, it makes me feel uneasy. Men with power are more attractive and difficult than ordinary men. I don't want such things to happen again." "And so." "I would like to see how Hansen, who has experienced ups and downs