Login via

Getting My Ex-wife Back novel Chapter 1858

It was loud in the bar. Jenna walked in, grasping her cell phone beside her ear. She made multiple phone calls and looked around, searching for Steffan's figure.

Hansen placed one hand on her waist and relied on the dim light, trying to protect Jenna as they walked inside.

Lying on the bar counter, Steffan was drunk and unconscious.

"Steffan." Jenna saw him at a glance, hurriedly approached him, and shook his body.

"Go away. Don't worry about me. Bring me some wine." He slapped Jenna's hand away.

"Waiter, how much did he drink?" Jenna raised her head and asked the waiter at the front desk.

"Miss, he drank two bottles of wine, and then downed a few bottles of beer, that's about it." The waiter explained, "When he was drunk, he kept calling your name. I checked his cell phone and found your name, so I called you."

"I see. Thank you for your phone call. I will send him back home. His car will be kept here. I'll have him come fetch it tomorrow." Jenna thanked the waiter at the bar. She tried to help Steffan with one hand, but was blocked by Hansen.

Hansen reached out his hand to help him up. He lifted him up and walked out with Jenna's guidance.

They walked to the parking lot outside, and opened the rear door of Jenna's car.

Hansen helped him into the car.

Jenna ignited the engine and headed for Steffan's villa.

Along the way, she looked back at Steffan from time to time through the inverted lens. She saw him leaning against the back seat, sleeping like a log.

"Why did he drink so much if he can't hold his liquor well?" A grim expression pervaded Hansen's face. There was also a tone of blame in his voice.

"Steffan usually doesn't drink much, isn't it fine if he gets drunk once in a while?" Jenna replied.

Hansen sneered. "He's already in this state, why are you still speaking up for him? You're protecting him."

Jenna raised her eyebrows and said, "Hansen, can you stop being so wet behind the ears? Steffan just got drunk once occasionally, so there is no need to kick up such a fuss. Besides, he didn't ask you to help him. You came here on your own volition. Why are you talking so much nonsense now?"

Jenna was worried that Hansen's words would push Steffan further into his depressive state, so she defended him.

Upon hearing this, Hansen felt even more uncomfortable. With a gloomy smile, he said, "Jenna, do you think I have a generous temper to the point that you can refute me as you please? I'll have you know that you are my wife. He called for my wife while he was drunk. What's this?"

Hansen's voice was loud, clearly doing it on purpose for Steffan to hear it. She couldn't help but to feel a little angry. "Did you hear it clearly? He didn't call me. It was the waiter at the bar who called me up. This has nothing to do with him at all. Please be reasonable and show a little sympathy."

"Great, absolutely great. You're actually picking a fight with me because of him. Who is he to you? Who am I to you?" Hansen laughed in extreme anger. His voice was very cold.

Over the past year, Steffan had been the one who took care of and protected her. He held a special place in her heart. That said, Hansen had endured it all. Although he did not want her to work in the Yintern Group, he endured it. He was even willing to repay the kindness for her.

"Stay here and watch over him. I'll get him some water." After giving this order to Hansen, she walked towards the kitchen.

"Do you come here often?" Hansen asked in a low voice. His expression was even gloomier when he saw how familiar she was with the directions of his house.

Jenna glanced at him and replied casually, "You're welcome to unleash the wildest of your imagination."

After that, she ran to the kitchen like a gust of wind.

Hansen was depressed. This woman was keeping him on tenterhooks.

He stood still, looking coldly at Steffan lying on the bed. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he smiled disdainfully. "Alright, stop pretending."

Surely enough, Steffan's eyelashes trembled slightly. He slowly opened his cold eyes and met Hansen's emotionless eyes.

He couldn't discern the expression on Hansen's eyes, but he understood that this man had an absolute advantage in front of him.

Jenna had been with him for so long, yet she had kept a safe distance from him all the time, deliberately avoiding staying alone with him. However, in front of Hansen, this woman would get angry, throw tantrums, and even talk back to him. In fact, there were also regular frictions caused by the relationship, which revealed spontaneity and affection.

He had attempted to walk into her heart, and had also tried to be close to her, but in the end, he had failed. He would never be able to cross into her heart. To him, it truly was a blow. Other than making use of alcohol to drink himself into oblivion, he really did not know how else to dispel his pent-up frustrations.

Reading History

No history.

Comments

The readers' comments on the novel: Getting My Ex-wife Back