My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1758

The police officer asked again, "Worried? Why?"

Zelson sat upright and replied, "She went out alone in the pouring rain, late at night. As her immediate superior, isn't it natural to worry?"

The police officer had nothing to say in reply to that. He paused for a moment and then continued with the questioning. "Tell me in detail what you saw and heard when you arrived at the crime scene. As a forensic doctor, you should know how important evidence is. Think about it carefully and give me a clear account of the incident."

Zelson said calmly, "When I arrived, the victim was already dead. Adrienne was next to the victim. Other than that, I didn't see anything else. However, I can provide you with some clues from a professional forensic doctor's point of view. The victim only had one fatal wound on his neck. Judging from the size of the wound, the length of the weapon is at most five centimeters, its width 0.1 centimeters. The weapon is convenient to travel with, something like a disposable razor."

The police officer replied, "The forensic doctors here are performing the autopsy, don't worry. I'm done interrogating you. You can leave now, but don't go to anywhere remote before the case is solved. We'll interrogate you again at any time whenever it's necessary."

Zelson stood up, adjusting his suit although it was still neat. "Where is she?" he asked.

He was referring to Adrienne. The police officer checked the time and answered, "If there were no special circumstances, she should be done as well. You may go to the lobby to meet her."

Zelson nodded. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Upon arriving at the lobby, Zelson saw a dejected Adrienne. He asked, "Adrienne, what's wrong?"

Adrienne shook her head. "It's nothing. Mr. Zelson, let's head back first."

Before leaving, Adrienne looked back and saw that Jarred was also looking at her with a gaze that had a note of apology in it.

Adrienne knew that any evidence on the crime scene had to be kept confidential. By law, Jarred could not tell her about the contents of the note in the victim's hand, but she still could not stop herself from thinking about it.

The victim was dead, yet he still clutched the note tightly in his hand. It was proof that the note was extremely important. How could she find its contents out?

The rain had not stopped. When they went out of the police station, a chilly wind blew, making Adrienne shiver. Zelson took off his coat right away and put it on her. "It's late and it's raining; it's too dangerous for us to drive back. Why don't we find a hotel nearby to stay at first?" he suggested.

"Okay." Adrienne nodded. She didn't intend to return either. As soon as a new day dawned, she would find a way to find out who sent the anonymous text message to her, and confirm whether the victim was the witness from two years ago.

"Let's go." Zelson stretched out his hand to support her. "The ground is slippery. Be careful."

However, at that moment, a black SUV screeched loudly and braked abruptly at the gate of the station. When the car pulled over, a tall man in a white shirt got out of the driver's seat. It was Jefferson.

Jefferson was seething with anger. He braved the heavy rain and strode towards Adrienne. When he reached her side, he pulled her to him. With another swift movement, he threw Zelson's coat off her body to the ground.

"Adrienne, are you looking for..."

Before Jefferson could finish berating her, Adrienne threw herself into his arms all of a sudden and wrapped her trembling hands around his waist. She called, "Jeff..." Jefferson cut himself off immediately.

"I'm here, I'm here," Jefferson responded. His rage disappeared in an instant because of the way Adrienne acted and how she had called him.

Adrienne muttered, "It's the same farm, the same pouring rain, and another murder case happened... Is it possible that..."

"No!" Jefferson interrupted her decisively and comforted her in a gentle manner which was rare for him. "Don't overthink it. Everything's alright now."

Adrienne took a deep breath of the humid air that smelled of rain. "Okay."

She knew that it wasn't alright at all, but she did not want to affect the people around her because of her suspicions.

Zelson stared at Adrienne's arms, which were wrapping around Jefferson's waist tightly. Zelson couldn't avert his gaze for a while. Subconsciously, he clenched his fists at his side, so tightly that veins protruded on the back of his hand. He didn't notice it until he heard Jarred's voice asking, "Mr. Hefner, what are you doing here?"

Jefferson patted Adrienne's back gently, but the way he replied was arrogant and insolent. He asked, "Is it any f*cking concern of yours?"

Jarred was thrown for a loop. His expression darkened and he remained silent.

How did such a disrespectful person exist?

"You're all good-for-nothings who can't handle matters," Jefferson cursed. He didn't even look at them, grabbing Adrienne by the waist as he turned around and walked towards his black SUV.

Adrienne did not know why her uneasiness dissipated as soon as Jefferson arrived. He seemed to have a calming effect on her. She felt much better and said to him, "Let me go, I can walk on my own."

Jefferson sneered, "Little Specky, you ungrateful idiot. Who do you think I am? You think that I'm a pet that you can hug and then kick away whenever you want, don't you?"

After saying that, his internal monologue seemed to mock at him, "You really are a pet that goes wherever Adrienne is."

Jefferson's temper rose again and he swore, "F*ck!"

Jefferson drove to a fairly high- end hotel nearby and pulled over. He got out of the car and made a beeline for the hotel. After a few steps, he noticed that Adrienne was not following behind him. "What? Do you want me to carry you?" he asked.

Adrienne replied aggrievedly, "My legs are numb. I can't walk."

"You idiot!" While cursing, Jefferson walked back to the car. Once again, he propped Adrienne up by the waist and strode to the hotel lobby. Adrienne nestled in his arms and poked his chest gently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hefner!

I didn't do it intentionally."

If she had put on an act so that he would carry her, he would be on cloud nine; why would he be furious? Jefferson knew that she would not do such a thing.

At that thought, Jefferson glared at Adrienne ferociously. His glare made Adrienne shrink back timidly and apologize, "I'm so sorry for the trouble!"

Jefferson no longer bothered her. He took her into the hotel lobby and said to a sweetlooking receptionist rudely, "Give us a luxurious room with a double bed."

Adrienne smiled at the receptionist and corrected Jefferson. "He means a room with two single beds."

Jefferson rebuked her, "Shut up!"

The receptionist thought to herself that Jefferson looked really handsome. She couldn't help staring at him more, but his yelling frightened her. She stammered, "S-sir, please show me your identity card."

"Are you blind?" Jefferson cursed.

He was holding Adrienne in his arms. How could he pass his identity card?

In the face of the receptionist's panicked gaze, Adrienne took out Jefferson's ID from his pocket and handed it to her. "Sorry for the trouble," she apologized.