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
"Miss McAdams, Grandma Richards only wants to see Mayor McAdams. Please sit back down," Meroy's voice brought Hansen back from his daze. He looked up and realized that Aria intended to follow her father inside, but was politely stopped by Meroy. Aria's face darkened and she looked unhappy. She had no choice but to return to her seat and sit down next to Hansen. "Hansen, why does Grandma Richards want to see my father?" She smiled sweetly and asked in a low voice. Hansen glanced at Jenna as he shook his head and replied in a troubled state of mind, "I don't know." He really wanted to know what Grandma Richards had said to Jenna. He did not want Grandma Richards to change her liking for Jenna. He hoped that Grandma Richards would continue to love her. However, as he realized this, even he was taken aback by the feeling. He did not even bother to ponder over Aria's question. About 20 minutes later, Earl emerged from the bedroom. His expression was calm and al
Only Grandma Richards herself knew what was in her mind. Up until now, she still could not see how much Jenna loved her grandson. She heard that Jenna took a bullet for him. However, under the current situation, the reason why she came back to the Richards Group was very complicated. Her grandson was so excellent, and she did not want her grandson to find a woman who did not love him. There were things she had to observe more closely. She was Grandma Richards after all. How could she take the outsider's side? It was just that people did not understand her intentions. If Jenna really liked her grandson, she would fight for him. She wanted to see what she was going to do. She wanted them to discover their true feelings for each other. Of course, Grandma Richards had a hidden agenda, which was only clear to her and not to anyone else. According to the Richards family's tradition, Grandma Richards brought all the descendants of the Richards family, including Jenna, to pay