Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel 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.

"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.