"Somehow, the conditions here are too simple and crude. It can't possibly suit your needs." Jenna's face was red as she fumbled for an excuse. "You can endure living here, so why can't I? Didn't you say that a husband and wife should advance and retreat together, and should be willing to suffer together?" Hansen smiled as he declared his decision righteously. Jenna was speechless, and she huffed a breath in annoyance. "Well, whatever floats your boat. I don't care." Her face was red, and she reached for the eye medicine. "Come on, take your medicine first." Her tone was stiff. Hearing her voice, Hansen knew that she was annoyed. "First, open your eyes and rinse them with this." Jenna took out the bottle of medicine and carefully read the instruction manual. Hansen was very compliant. Jenna's movements were soft and delicate, as gentle and agile as the spring breeze caressing the surface of his face. Ripples seemed to form in the depths of
"So, you're Mr. Tangger. Forgive my rudeness." Hansen stood in the middle of the room and spoke to Zevulon in an imposing manner. Zevulon was never known for being nosy. Naturally, he didn't think much about the relationship between Hansen and Jenna. When he heard Hansen calling Jenna his wife, he was floored for a long time before coming back to his senses. He then glanced at both Sfeffan and Hansen, and cleared his throat. "Oh, Mr. Richards, nice to meet you. It turns out that Dory is your wife. Forgive my feeble old brain for failing to see this. Well, how about this?" He took a step forward, bowed his head and whispered teasingly, "I always dote on my apprentices, but sometimes I can be a bit harsh. If I had offended Dory in the past, then allow me to offer my apology." As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it under his nose, and sniffed it. Then, he lit it slowly and steadily. "Alvin." Hansen was a wise man. He was clear-headed and immed
As Jenna's hand left Hansen's palm, he felt a gust of emptiness. It was as if his heart was empty. He immediately sought Alvin. "Alvin, have you finished tidying up my office?" Alvin smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Richards. I've been working overtime the whole night and now it's finally done." "Very well." Hansen smiled. As soon as Jenna opened the door to the office, a fresh floral fragrance wafted into her nose. She was shocked to see a bundle of roses waiting on her desk. She was stunned. She was sure it hadn't been there the previous afternoon. She gripped the key in her hand. Yes, the key was still with her, so it was impossible for someone to have opened the door to her office. But where did these flowers come from? She walked over, picked up the roses, inspecting them. They were fresh, as if they had just been plucked. She lowered her head and thought for a while. Such a thing could only be Steffan's doing! At the t
Hansen could imagine Jenna feeling all cringey as he held her in his arms, and he started laughing out loud. Jenna stretched out her hand to thump him, but he grabbed it and seized the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Jenna was completely defeated. A five-minute task turned into a thirty-minute task with Hansen's constant teasing. After applying the medicine, Hansen had no intention of leaving at all. He took out his cell phone and fumbled around, clicking on a news channel. Putting on a pair of headphones, he lounged on the couch. Jenna had long been acquainted with Hansen, that scoundrel. If he didn't leave, then she wouldn't be able to force him to leave either. She just pretended that he didn't exist. The hour of the car exhibition was approaching, and she couldn't delay her work anymore. Refusing to pay him any heed, she walked to the desk and continued her work. However, she was really not used to having someone stayi
"Hmm, it seems that I should hasten the treatment for my eyes. It's a pity that I can't see such a breathtaking scene, my dear wife's beautiful figure." Hansen's hand fell on her skin, his hot breath fanning her ears. There was a very warm smile on his face. Jenna was in a narrow bathtub, with their limbs tangling together. His touch couldn't help but leave a spark on her body. This guy was all too familiar with her body, every tiny movement of his seemed to tease her. She soon felt like she was melting in his gaze and touch, and it was difficult for her to control herself. She couldn't help but tremble and plead, "Can you let me go? We're in the office." "It's more exciting in the office." Hansen laughed. His face was covered with desire, emotions flaming like a soulful fire. Ever since Jenna had 'drowned', he had buried all these emotions deeply, quickly forgetting this feeling of intoxication. He never thought that he could ever experience it agai
"Thank you." Steffan had no reaction whatsoever, so why should she feel nervous? Jenna thought as she sat down, with the burden lifted off her shoulders. When Melvin saw Jenna coming over, he raised his eyebrows and stared at her slyly. Jenna felt stuffy at his near voyeuristic gaze. Melvin's sly eyes were as blue as ever. The only difference was that the bridge of his nose had been bandaged with a gauze. His wound also had not recovered completely. Even so, it seemed that he still had not rectified his lecherous nature, and his behavior was still as mischievous as ever. "Ahem." Steffan cleared his throat "Dory, Master Adames will be joining Yintern Group from today onwards. The two of you will be working with each other to design cars. I hope to be amazed at a groundbreaking model at the fair next month." Did Melvin really join Yintern Group? Jenna was a little surprised. She remembered Zevulon mentioning Melvin coming to work in Yintern Group, and to her
Jenna was stunned. "How did you know?" "It's no wonder your designs are so good." Melvin clapped his hands, realization dawning upon him. That explained why he thought she was familiar when he first caught sight of Jenna during the birthday party. He couldn't help but to say with a sigh, "Ms. Murphy, I'm so sorry that I couldn't recognize you. As a car designer myself, I am terribly ashamed for not recognizing you sooner." He had been in the car design industry for so many years, yet he had not recognized Jenna. Nevertheless, he could not be blamed. After all, this matter was too bizarre. Jenna was the spouse of Hansen, so she should not have been in Srirano in the first place. What was more shocking was that she appeared by Steffan's side, serving as a designer for Yintern Group. Moreover, Steffan openly proclaimed that she was his girlfriend. It would be no mean feat to relate one unimagined thing to another. As Melvin said these words, the surprise on Jenna's face
"Of course." Hansen chuckled and breathed a mouthful of air into her ear. "Tonight, as long as you are obedient, I will tell you everything I know." "You're indecent," Jenna said as she smacked his hand away, rolling her eyes. Her face was red, but her curiosity was intensified. "What exactly do you know? Tell me everything." The more anxious she was, the calmer Hansen became. In this way, he was keeping Jenna on her toes. "It must be a lie. You don't know anything at all. Hmph, I don't believe you." Recalling the multiple times she had been deceived by him, Jenna was discouraged and continued to say so disapprovingly. "You're suspicious of your own husband?" Hansen was unhappy. He smiled and asked confidently, "If you don't believe me, then you will never be able to figure out the relationship between the two. Why don't you carefully think about the situation? Why does Melvin want to join the Yintern Group?" "He simply listened to his mother's words," Jen