"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
In the grand living room of the McAdams Manor. "Aria, are you sure you want to marry Hansen?" Earl asked, frowning at Aria, who was sitting on the opposite couch. He was gripping a newspaper in his hand, and his face was as pale as a ghost. "Dad, I love him. I must marry him." Aria's eyes were red and swollen. She replied with certainty, "Dad, I have been with him for so many years. We have so many memories together and I love him. Why can't I marry him? Where else would I be able to find such a good husband like him in A city?" Aria was in denial, and was deeply unhappy. She was determined to make Hansen her husband no matter what. "Alas." Earl shook his head, sighed. Then he said as he handed the newspaper to Aria., "You better take a good look at this for yourself. It's your decision after all. Don't blame me for not giving you a head's up." After Aria took the newspaper and looked at it, she said casually, "Dad, I know about this. The paparazzi have be
"Old Madam, it's time to take your medicine," Meroy came over with a small capful of medicine and a glass of warm water, reminding her in a low voice. She knew that Old Madam was just resting her eyes and she could hear whatever that was going on. Grandma Richards opened her slightly cloudy eyes and sighed, "It's fine even if I don't take this medicine. I know I don't have much time left. However, I am still a little worried. I'm old and fine with death, but there are some things that I cannot let go of." She said it in sorrow. Tears were running down her face. Meroy, who had been by the Old Madam's side for a long time, knew what she was worried about. She comforted her in a soft voice, "Old Madam, you're a very lucky person. Everything will be fine. Don't worry too much. Your health is the most important thing right now." A gentle breeze swept across Grandma Richard's silver hair, blowing strands across her forehead. She, who had always loved dressing up, just
At this time, the chandelier in the living room was turned on and the place was brightly lit. The front-row seat in the living room was empty. It was a large mahogany upholstered couch that had been Grandma Richards' seat. There were many masters and descendants of the Richards family sitting in the back row without any outsiders, not even Marissa's family or Claude's wives' families. Even when General Delia wanted to send Sabrina over, Grandma Richards turned him down. Since Trevor couldn't come, Claude would naturally be the master. He was sitting in the middle of the back seat, and both of his wives were sitting on either side of him. Trevor was the eldest among his siblings in the Richards family, but because Trevor was bedridden and in a vegetative state, and also because Marissa was a woman, she had to sit behind Claude. In their family, wives were valued by their husbands, and if their husbands were absent, they would naturally lose their positions in the famil