Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 17

Two rough hands touched her delicate face.

"Babe, are you feeling horny? We will satisfy your lust later!" the two evil voices laughed unscrupulously.

Jenna pushed the hand away in a daze and shouted, "Go away!" Then, she turned over and fell asleep again.

The amber streetlamp illuminated her lovely face. Her petite blushing face looked so alluring.

"D*mn, this girl is hot! Why don't we go somewhere to ride her all night?" One of the men was aroused and whispered his lewd thoughts, while the other one nodded in agreement.

The man bent over and carried Jenna up, and his buddy looked around and whispered, "Hurry up. Let's go before anyone sees us."

As she was hoisted up to the man's shoulder, Jenna felt unwell and her stomach churned. She started throwing up, spitting away a few mouthfuls before she woke up. She opened her eyes in a daze and saw that she was being carried away by two lecherous men! She knew she was in trouble, and immediately sobered up from fright!

"Let me go, help!" She struggled desperately in terror.

The lecherous men did not expect Jenna to awaken, and her shrill screams pierced through the night conspicuously. Frightened, they sped up their pace as they carried her into a dark alley.

"Help! Someone help me!" Jenna was completely scared out of her wits as she screamed loudly. "I'm doomed!" Bad thoughts were buzzing in her mind, and she was extremely afraid of what would happen next.

Hansen smoked another cigar in the car, his handsome face could not hide his exhaustion. He glanced at the night sky with his dark eyes and was ready to start the car and leave.

Just as he started the car, in his rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of two men rushing into a dark alley with a woman in their arms. Then, he heard Jenna's pitiful screams...

"Help!"

His whole body trembled, and malice flashed through his eyes.

Jenna's desperate cry sent chills down his spine, and he immediately realized something was wrong.

"Stop!" Without thinking, he opened the door and ran forward as he shouted.

The two men were running fast as they carried Jenna away. In a bright flash, a handsome young man appeared before them. His gaze was as sharp as lightning bolts, staring at them fiercely.

Facing his sharp gaze, the perverted duo shuddered in fear. One of them was so scared that his legs were shaking.

"Who are you? Mind your own business." One of the men propped himself up and asked fiercely. Seeing that their lewd plans were about to be ruined, the strong man with Jenna on his back shot a fierce look. He rolled up his sleeves and glared back at the imposing young man.

Hansen smiled coldly and disdainfully, looking relaxed. However, when his eyes fell on the man's rough hands that were carrying Jenna, Hansen turned murderous.

How dare they touch his woman! These hooligans were courting death!

Hansen's eyes were gloomy, and his sharp lips were slightly curled. His gaze flashed with menace.

The hooligan suddenly felt the young man rush over, and before he could react, he had been hit by a heavy punch. Just like that, he fell straight down and he couldn't get up.

The hooligans didn't expect that the young man was the mighty Hansen Richards, a legend in A city. More surprisingly, Hansen had once won a Taekwondo championship.

The other hooligan threw Jenna aside, with a fierce look on his face. He took off his coat, showed his tough abdominal muscles, and approached Hansen.

The corners of Hansen's thin lips were like drenched in the cold frost, and the light in his eyes condensed into a ray of light. As he blinked, it extinguished, and he struck quickly, as fast as lightning.

The burly hooligan didn't even react in time and was already heavily punched in the eye. With a wail, blood spurted from the corner of his eye. He covered his eye with his hands and screamed in Another heavy kick came, as fast as lightning.

As soon as Hansen pulled back his fist, his alluring figure rose into the air and kicked right at the hooligan's chest. Then, he kicked hard on the hooligan's knee, and there was a loud 'crack!'

The burly man fell to the ground heavily, one of his legs were broken.

All his movements were done in one extremely fluid motion. His actions were fast, accurate, and ruthless, just like his murderous mood!

"Ouch!" The two men laid on the ground, wailing and screaming!

"Get lost!" Hansen roared.

The two hooligans knew that they couldn't defeat him, so they scrambled off the floor as if they had just received a pardon from a death sentence. The hooligan with the broken leg had to lean on his

buddy as they fled.

"Humph!" Hansen dusted off his hands, scoffed, and walked toward Jenna.

"D*mned woman!" Hansen cursed in a low voice, gnashing his teeth with hatred. This woman actually fell asleep on the ground amid such a ruckus.

He held back his anger and squatted down.

The woman's cheeks were red, and her soft hair was ruffled, covering her face. Her low-cut dress was wet from the beer, and it was tightly attached to her fair skin... Her delicate neck and chest rose and fell slightly as she breathed. She looked extremely seductive. This d*mned woman! Couldn't bear to be lonely, so went drinking in the middle of the night huh? At such a place? In such a sexy outfit? Look at all the mess now! Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Hansen's eyes were burning with anger, and his heart was seeping in fury. He bent down to pick Jenna up with his strong arms around her slender waist. He unconsciously increased his strength, even his teeth were grinding in rage.

Why did he save such a woman like this? She deserved to suffer!

"Humph, humph!" Jenna felt the pain in her sleep. She snorted softly, and she suddenly sniffed a familiar masculine scent. She felt more at ease and fell into a deeper slumber, with a smile appeared on her face! Jenna knew that she could only feel this way in her dreams, when Hansen would willingly approach her, and give her warmth.

She was happy to continue sleeping that way, enjoying his embrace.

At the Collier Manor.

It was the tallest apartment in the city, located at a prime location. The entire roof had a European style and the building was in the shape of a W. The building was clad in luxurious marble, glimmering, and pristine.

Hansen owned a unit on the 18th floor, and it measured more than 200 square meters. It was a private place where he would often rest, as it was in the middle of the bustling city, and it was not far from the company. He could get to the office leisurely on foot. Because of this convenience, in the previous years, whenever he did not go home, he would be spending the night here.

He pressed the button of the elevator with Jenna in his arms. As soon as he entered the elevator, two men stared at them with a suspicious look on their faces.

At this time, Hansen was holding a quiet and sound asleep Jenna in his arms. She leaned her head on his chest. Her hair was messy and her clothes were in disarray.

They looked really indecent and suspicious.

Hansen's face started to burn a little, he had never felt so embarrassed.

"You're dead, woman!" He cursed under his breath with a burning rage in his heart.

Fortunately, it was already late at night, and they did not meet anyone else, saving Hansen from further embarrassment.

As soon as he entered the house, he threw Jenna on the sofa roughly.