My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1722

Adrienne put the bowl of soup that was filled with salt in front of Jefferson. Then, she put down the bread and smiled widely at him. "Mr. Jefferson, breakfast is served."

"I'll take that bowl, and you can take this one," said Jefferson. He wasn't looking to be poisoned by her just yet.

"Mr. Jefferson, the two bowls are the same, why..." Adrienne really wanted to rush over and bite the man, and then kick him a few more times. "It's just breakfast, all he has to do is eat it. Why is he being so fussy?" she wondered.

But, she didn't dare to!

She was so timid that she didn't dare to provoke him.

Her childhood experience was still vivid in her mind. She was not stupid, why would she bother him?

"I want the other bowl," he answered annoyingly.

That was right, no matter how rich one could be, Jefferson's happiness could not be bought!

This arrogant but shrewd son of a b*tch! Adrienne scolded in her heart.

One day, she would poison him to death and then chop him into pieces before cooking him.

Adrienne slowly swallowed the extremely salty bowl of soup. In her heart, she was aggrieved.

She had basically shot herself in her own foot.

Sniffles came in between her sips of soup.

She really regretted marrying this man. Could she divorce him?

If she couldn't, she didn't mind being a widow either!

I beg you God, please strike down this shameless, brazen man with lightning.

Amen! Adrienne silently made a prayer in her heart.

"Stupid woman, go and get me another bowl of soup." Jefferson looked at the foolish woman in front of him, who was on the verge of tears as she ate, one mouthful after another. He had the urge to kick her out the window.

What was wrong with him?

How did he fall in love with someone who had been this daft since young?

When she was a child, she was so dumb that he couldn't help bullying her. Despite going overseas to study, she hadn't grown at all.

"Okay..." Adrienne responded. She sounded as pitiful as she could be as his wife.

As soon as she left, Jefferson immediately took her spoon and drank the soup in her bowl. Although it was incredibly salty and he could barely gulp it down, he still drank a few mouthfuls to relieve her burden.

This stupid woman was so evil. She deserved it for trying to set him up!

"Mr. Jefferson, here is your soup." Adrienne handed the bowl over with both hands. She looked very respectful as if she was serving her master.

"Mm." He took the bowl and began to eat. This time, he guessed that she would not dare to 'poison' his soup again.

However, as soon as he swallowed a mouthful, he realised that he had underestimated her.

She was unusually courageous that day, and she added extra salt into his second serving.

"Mr. Jefferson, is it delicious?" Adrienne laughed and her face appeared in front of his eyes. She looked naive and cute. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"Dumb*ss!" Seeing how gleeful she looked, the corner of his lips curled up slightly and he smiled silently.

All he did was eat a salty bowl of soup, yet she was this happy?

Her brain must be malfunctioning!

"Adrienne, where are the clothes I asked you to get for me?" After waiting for Adrienne for a while in the bathroom, he still hadn't gotten his clothes. Hence, he simply walked out butt naked.

As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he ran into Adrienne, who was grabbing his clothes. She immediately covered her eyes with the clothes. "Pervert!"

"Why are you acting it coy? Haven't you seen it before?" He took a bath towel and wiped the water from his body without any hesitation. "Who was the one who asked me all those years ago? 'Jeff, how come you have a p*nis but I don't?"'

"Jefferson, don't bring up the past! You'd better keep your mouth shut!" Adrienne was so annoyed that her face turned red. She really wanted to stuff his mouth shut with a pair of stinky socks.

Asking that question was one of the most embarrassing things Adrienne had ever done in her life.

It happened when she was three and he was six.

A three-year-old should not have remembered that. She herself had long forgotten it. Unfortunately, that scene was captured by many and so there were 'pieces of evidence' of it.

As a result, almost everyone in their social circle knew about that incident.

At present, they were all grown- ups but people would often still bring it up when they gathered.

No matter how hard Adrienne tried, she could not get rid of her 'dark' past.

"What's wrong? I'm just stating facts." He glanced over at her and flicked his wet hair.

Drops of water splashed on her face and she secretly clenched her fists.

"God please, I'm begging you. Please send a bolt of lightning down to zap this overly talkative man!" Adrienne pleaded inwardly.

"Ring, ring, ring..."

Her cell phone rang all of a sudden.

Adrienne threw Jefferson's clothes to him, turned around and picked up the phone to answer, "Mr. Zelson, it's me."

Jefferson did not know what the person on the other end of the phone was saying but Adrienne's expression became more and more serious. Finally, she said, "I'll be right there."

When she hung up the phone, he immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

"There's a case." Leaving such a perfunctory answer behind, Adrienne turned and went to change. When she came out again, she had already changed into a neat and clean work uniform.

When she came out of the bathroom, Jefferson had also finished changing.

Because he was tall, he looked good. His abs were toned just right, and he made a simple set of beige clothes look very tasteful.

Of course, the premise was that he stood still and didn't speak.

He said, "I'll send you over."

Adrienne refused, "No, I can drive by myself."

"Did you think that I was asking?" asked Jefferson, raising his eyebrow.

Adrienne was speechless.

How could she forget that this overbearing and arrogant man was a dictator?

What he said went. In front of him, she could only be obedient.

In the car.

"The address." Jefferson's questions were always short.

"28, Murray Street, Paramount Area." Adrienne went straight to the point.

After getting the answer, he quickly started the car and sped off. Adrienne was so frightened that she clutched on tightly to the seat handle.

Seeing her anxious expression, he said, "Since you are that afraid, you can resign from your job. It's not like I can't support you."

"Who says I'm afraid?" She glanced at him. Besides, how could she let him raise her?

Even though she was earning her own money at the moment, he still managed to restrict all her freedom. If she quit her job, he would probably have even more time to bully her every day.

Thinking of such a depressing scenario, Adrienne could not help but shiver in fear.

"Not afraid?" Clearly, he didn't quite believe it.

"Mr. Jefferson, please don't doubt my working abilities." As a forensic doctor, it was inevitable that she had to deal with the dead. After more than 6 months working in the field, she could calmly face all kinds of corpses.

However, every time she heard that there was a homicide case, she still couldn't help but think that life was precious. What deep hatred did the murderer and the victim have between them? Was it so huge that the only way for the murderer to vent his anger was to kill someone?

Just as Adrienne was lost in her thoughts, the car suddenly braked, which made her lurch forward. Luckily, the seatbelt she had on pulled her back into her place.

"Jefferson, are you out of your mind?" Adrienne patted her chest; she was still in shock. What was wrong with this d*mned man?