บททั้งหมดของ Getting my ex-wife back: บทที่ 801 - บทที่ 810

"No... Please... Don't come over." Several drunk men turned on the lights in the small room. They approached Jenna slowly as she stood up and retreated, pleading in horror. These vicious men did not take such a delicate woman seriously. They continued to make their way towards her and grinned crookedly. In order to fend for herself, she couldn't help but to reach for a bag that stood beside her on the ground, swinging it in an attempt to drive them away. She kept hitting it around with all her strength, not daring to stop for a single moment. She was afraid that once she stopped, those men would continue to move forward. Needless to say, the men could not approach her for a short while as she brandished it around her body. But after all, her strength was limited. As she exerted all her strength to fight back, her stamina would gradually weaken. Even so, she still didn't stop and continued wielding her arms crazily. Her strength was whittled down, and

Jenna had numerous mood swings throughout her stay and she was unconscious most of the time. Nevertheless, Hansen had the patience to wait for her to call him 'Hansen' willingly, the name she used to call him. Besides, he would rather that she forgot about the unpleasant memories. On the rare occasions when she was awake, Jenna would always lean forward to scrutinize his features with a vacant expression on her face. However, she became highly dependent upon him. She would burst into tears whenever he was not around and cradle her pillow in frustration. Ever since Jerry came over, she would cradle him in her arms and sob as if Hansen had abandoned the both of them. The fact that she relied on him for everything and was pretty obedient satisfied his pride as a man. Although regret sat in his stomach and he tried to make up for his mistakes as best as he could, he felt that her amnesia was not such a big deal. Through these hardships, his busines

"Of course." Rayan smiled. "You know that I won't sit back and let Jenna take the shot for me. I'm a guy. How can I let a woman take the shot for me? You must have considered that when you pulled the trigger, which was why you did not aim straight for the heart. Otherwise, with your shooting skills, it would be impossible for me to survive." Back then, the bullet only deviated from his heart by one millimeter. She was a well-trained assassin, so she would not make an error like this. She had everything under her control. Nobody else saw through her intentions but Rayan understood at once what was on her mind. "Rayan, my father has a grudge against you. If he pulled the trigger, then everything would be different. However, I was deeply in love with you, so how could I let you die? I might have lost my mind and aimed my gun at Jenna. My apologies for that and I should probably apologize to her as well. Fortunately, you took the shot for her. Otherwise, I would forever be inde

"Madam, what's wrong?" The agents standing outside caught sight of what happened and dashed over quickly. They helped Lilian and Sara up and asked uneasily, "Madam, are you injured?" Lilian had sprained her ankle and her butt was injured. In actuality, she was in pain. At her age, it was not a good thing if she had broken her bone. However, she masked the pain and gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'm alright. Help Miss Sara back to her room." After that, everyone was busy. Lilian had injured her ankle. It was not easy to treat it. She probably couldn't go to work the next day. Nevertheless, Lilian was over the moon. Her daughter finally called her 'Mom'. She had anticipated that moment for a few decades. Silence filled the night. Lilian was sitting in her bedroom, reading a book with the help of her glasses. At that moment, Quina rang the doorbell. "Come in," Lilian responded with an air of nonchalance. Only Quina was allowed to enter her bedroom. Ever

As Jenna called out his name, Hansen's hand trembled in hers. He felt overwhelmed. He was wondering if she had recalled her memory or if she was calling out his name passionately because they had been spending a lot of time together for the past few days. He turned his head to look at her, just in time to meet her bright, clear eyes. His gaze was full of tenderness. Jenna stared at his face in a daze. Recently, she had always liked looking at him in a daze. Her gaze towards him was filled with loss but it was also filled with her trust and dependence towards him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. He stroked her face with his palm. Her face was cold, and there was no heat on her face. He covered her face with his big, warm palms and bent slightly to look at her. "Jenna, don't you recognize me?" he asked softly. Jenna remained silent but continued to stare at him. The light in her eyes grew