Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Hansen, who was a clean freak, now reeked of alcohol, and his face was very gloomy.
He rushed into the spacious bathroom, filled the bathtub with mineral water, took off his clothes, and lay in it comfortably. The warm water surrounded him, and his nerves gradually calmed down.
Didn't he hate her? Why did he care about her so much? He should have let the two dirty men take advantage of her, it had nothing to do with him.
Why did he rush to her without thinking?
Wasn't he looking forward to her being humiliated and defiled by others?
Was he moved by her pitiful and vulnerable appearance, or was it because he could not bear to see her be humiliated? Or did he care about her from the bottom of his heart?
As he pondered this, Hansen sunk to the bottom of the bathtub and let the water engulf him.
After a long bath, he changed into clean pajamas with satisfaction. He was in a much better mood!
He habitually went to the living room to get himself a cup of hot water, but his eyes fell on the woman who was sleeping on the sofa.
Her clothes were disheveled and reeked of alcohol. Her dress was stained with dirt and her sweat- dampened hair was sticking to her forehead. Her cleavage exposed, but she slept soundly like a baby. This version of Jenna, free from pretense, was gentle and innocent, like a perfect doll. Her long eyelashes and rosy cheeks highlighted her lovely face, as she slender arms crossed against her chest adorably.
Hansen thought of the girl from his dreams, and at that moment, Jenna looked exactly like what he imagined.
"Now, this is what a real woman looks like!" Hansen's lips curled.
With air-conditioning, the living room was very cold. Would she feel cold if she slept like that?
There was a slight excitement in his heart but he was really puzzled. She was such an unpleasant ex-wife, and he had already done his best by saving her from danger, so why was he still thinking so much?
He hesitated, but in the end, he still couldn't bear to leave her. He put his cup on the coffee table, went over to her as he carried her and walked to the bathroom.
Jenna, who was still asleep, crawled into his arms and leaned her head against his chest. She was as docile and obedient as a kitten as she snuggled into his arms.
Hansen's body was stiff, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his body. In an instant, his whole body rose to a higher temperature, but he calmed his mind and concealed his anger.
He wanted to ignore her, but he was worried that she would catch a cold. This woman had it coming, it was already so late at night but she still went to the riverside and got drunk on top of that. She had no sense of danger at all.
He filled the water in the tub and threw her into it.
The woman was floating on the surface of the water, weak and helpless... Like the autumn leaves falling lonely in the wind.
Jenna, who was soaked in warm water, coughed a few times, feeling insecure. Her hands moved restlessly in the air.
Hansen looked at her with his arms across his chest and his head tilted. The woman in the water still slept soundly although her hands were moving wildly. The steam swirled around her. After
thinking for a while, he finally bent down.
He held her head and cleaned her. Then he took a towel and wrapped her up. He took her to bed, lowered his head, and covered her with soft silk sheets.
Jenna was too tired, and together with the influence of alcohol, she didn't know what was happening at all.
Hansen shook his head and was about to leave, but he was suddenly grabbed by a tiny hand.
"Don't, don't come near me. Hansen, save me!" Jenna was crying in her dreams, muttering to herself.
Hearing her whine in her sleep, he was stunned for a moment. He was confused and had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
Her voice was so lonely and helpless, which made him a little sad.
He couldn't help but bend down and stroke her face with his hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
Their faces were very close to each other, so close that he could even smell her sweet breath. Her flushed, drunk face was so charming. Her previous bright eyes were covered with two curves of long eyelashes. Her red lips were like ripe cherries, revealing a hint of allure.
He felt hot all over his body, and a stream of air rose up. He suddenly lowered his head and pressed on her red lips.
Jenna fell deeply asleep, but the two dirty men still lingering in her subconscious before she fainted were horrifyingly magnified in her mind.
She gradually sobered up as she felt the heat on her face, and she suddenly used all her strength to push away the man above her. Sitting up, she raised her hand and slapped him.
"B*stard! How dare you bully me." Jenna sat up and slapped the man hard. She had a splitting headache and couldn't open her eyes. She flopped down and fell asleep again.
The crisp slap fell on Hansen's face. His mind and rationality were in a mess, so his reaction was certainly dampened. As a result, he did not avoid getting slapped in the face. He was incensed! He had never been slapped before in his life, but now he was humiliated by this disdainful woman.
Things took a turn!
He got up and touched his own face, and his anger gradually subsided. He looked down at the woman who had fallen asleep again. With bloodshot eyes, he reached out to choke her. He thought that as long as he exerted a piece of his strength, he would kill this lustful woman, then he would not be so annoyed anymore.
Ahem! Ahem! As he choked in her sleep, she couldn't breathe properly and she started to cough violently.
The anger in Hansen's red eyes gradually ebbed. He loosened his grip, slammed the door, and walked out of the room. Then, he lay on the sofa grumpily.
He must have gone crazy. Why did he save such an infuriating woman?!