Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 11

"Jen." The air magically carried a deep and pleasant voice into Jenna Murphy's ears.

Like ripples on the peaceful surface of a lake, or a bright star shining in the dark night sky, it brought a brand new sense of hope to everything.

Jenna's body froze for a second before she raised her head. Who else would call her by that nickname?

Could it be that he was here?

A tall and handsome man in a suit and leather shoes was walking towards her. His face was filled with a gentlemanly and charming smile, and the pools in his soft eyes were unbelievably soothing. He looked gentle and graceful, and he exuded a regal and mysterious air from head to toe. Unlike most typical men in positions of power, he was quietly and effortlessly refined and elegant in a serene manner. There was no question as to his social status, for his noble visage couldn't have possibly been cultivated overnight.

He became the center of everyone's attention in the blink of an eye.

"Jen, it's really you! I finally found you!" The man smiled calmly and his eyes were as warm as fire. His bright eyes were soft and his face was full of tenderness.

"Mr. Whalen... Ray." Jenna was stunned for a moment before she came back to her senses. Her eyes were shining like glittering stars in the night sky.

She felt a warmth in her heart, as if a door inside of it had been opened. All of the pressure was released at once, and she felt a sense of peace and tenderness in her heart.

"Ray, why are you here?" She asked in pleasant surprise, with a natural and soft smile on her face. She looked so peaceful and warm as all the coldness in her body disappeared in an instant, as if

she had changed into a different person.

Hansen Richards's face immediately darkened when he saw Jenna's radiant and warm smile. He had never seen such a bright and cheerful smile on Jenna's face. Her smile was always so stiff and cold in front of him, like a stubborn iceberg that refused to melt away. But Hansen suddenly realized that her inhospitality might've only been directed at him.

Her pure and relaxed smile was completely out of his reach. Fury roared through his mind as he stared daggers at them.

"Why did you come back without asking for my permission, Jen?" The man passionately gazed into Jenna's pale little face. A protective urge ran through him as he looked at her frail appearance. He couldn't help but caress her head with his hand as he gently admonished her.

"I..." Jenna was lost for words. She could only murmur hazily as if she was still in a dream.

"What's wrong, Jen? You don't look so good!" The man fixed his eyes onto Jenna's painful face and twisted eyebrows. He was so worried that he stroked her eyebrows with his large hand.

"Ray, nothing's wrong, I'm fine." Jenna smiled softly. "I can't believe we ran into each other here! What a coincidence!" This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"It is quite a coincidence." The man nodded and his eyes darkened. "Were you planning on never going back if I hadn't found you?"

"Rayan Whalen, oh my god, he's Rayan Whalen." Someone suddenly yelled after a short period of silence.

"I can't believe Rayan Whalen's here!"

The crowd stirred. They looked restless, with an inexplicable excitement on their faces.

Rayan Whalen was the president of the world-renowned Whalen Group. His company operated in every popular industry all over the globe. They were mainly known for producing luxury vehicles, and his wealth was immeasurable!

The president of the Whalen Group, Rayan Whalen, was a legendary figure across the world. He was young and handsome and famously enigmatic. No one had ever witnessed him at any public event.

Rumor has it that he also has connections in illegal organizations, and that many current political leaders relied on his rich financial resources to help them in their elections. Being such a famed figure in both business and political spheres definitely gave his company a mysterious reputation as well.

Rayan Whalen was such a fabled man that his existence was almost a legend. And it was precisely this legend who appeared out of nowhere on such a seemingly ordinary night. What's more, he was being affectionate and intimate with the equally powerful Hansen Richards's ex-wife.

This was more than enough to tantalize the imagination of everyone in the room. They all watched with great interest what was probably the most exciting dinner bash in their life.

The air in the room was unsettling.

The pain in Jenna's palm caused her eyebrows to furrow further and her face to turn whiter.

She stood on her feet but faltered and almost fell over.

Rayan quickly reacted and caught her with lightning reflexes, then gently pulled her to him. Jenna's frail body collapsed in his arms and leaned against his chest.

"Jen, are you okay?" His eyes were dark as he asked anxiously.

Jenna felt dizzy, but she was fully conscious of what was happening.

They were too close to each other right now, it was a bad idea for them to act like this in public. Not to mention, some people here have already recognized him. She broke away from him and supported herself with the metal railing by grabbing onto the round iron pole with her palm.

"Ouch!" She screamed, and the excruciating pain in her hand made her forehead break out in beads of sweat. "Jen, your hand... what happened to your hand?" Rayan's expression immediately changed as he reached out to grab her soft and fragile hand.

He had witnessed Jenna being pushed to the ground by that unkind woman just now. He wanted to rush in and help her up as soon as he could, but he didn't because he had no idea that her hand was injured.

That was when Hansen Richards walked into the room!

He wanted to see how the object of Jenna's love and affection would treat her. He was surprised to find that not only was Hansen indifferent and distrusting towards her, he would also rather believe another woman than Jenna.

He felt relieved and so much more determined!

Hansen was too foolish to cherish a wonderful woman like her, but he wasn't that stupid!

He still remembered that when Jenna was designing that luxury car, she had told him that she was designing it for the love of her life. Rayan was secretly disappointed at the time, thinking that the man she loved must be the happiest man in the world to be loved by such an intelligent woman, and that he must cherish her more than anything in the world.

But today's discovery gave him a glimmer of hope. Turns out her feelings were completely unrequited. So he stepped up.

Listening to Jenna playing the piano was his favorite thing to do back in the past. Her fragile and delicate ivory white fingers were slender and nimble, and wonderful melodies would flow out from between her beautiful fingers as they danced across the piano...

He couldn't bear to see it wounded.

He gently pried open her small hand, and saw a bloody cut across her entire palm that was covered in glass shards.

"How did this happen?" He roared with anger in his eyes. He glared daggers at Hansen, then grabbed her delicate hand tightly to drag her away.

"Stop it, Ray." Jenna weakly protested. "I'm fine, I'm not that fragile, it's okay."

"What's okay about this, you stupid girl? You still can't take care of yourself. Go to the hospital with me." Rayan growled, feeling overwhelmingly protective towards her. He pulled her outside, giving her no more chance to speak.

Jenna was no match for his strength. She was brought into his arms and moved along with him.