My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1763

The rain continued to fall.

Listening to the sound of the rain, Jefferson couldn't help but get annoyed. It would be even more difficult to look for clues at the site of the murder now that the rain has ruined it.

Adrienne got the clues before Jefferson, but how did the murderer know that Adrienne had gotten the clues and manage to kill the witness before Adrienne could find him?

Did this person know about Adrienne's whereabouts all the time?

Apart from Jefferson, who else would be able to know Adrienne's whereabouts?

Zelson?

As Zelson's name flashed across Jefferson's mind, his heart trembled.

If the murderer was really Zelson, it would mean that a time bomb that could explode anytime would be next to Adrienne. The thought of it sent chills down Jefferson's spine.

But, why would Zelson do this?

Whether it was Zelson or not, Jefferson immediately came up with a solution. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Ralph, didn't you want me to accept the job as the captain of the Chatterton Town criminal police team? I've thought about it and I don't think I'll be able to handle the position of captain of the criminal police team. However, I'm interested in being the captain of the Paramount Criminal Police Team." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

A voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "You got the job offer as the captain of the Chatterton Town criminal police team, why do you want to be the captain of the Paramount Criminal

Police Team? If you were to be the captain of the Paramount Criminal Police Team, what is Quill going to do? He's done well these years, I can't demote him."

Jefferson replied, "I don't care what you do with Quill. I need to work together with Adrienne."

The man on the other end of the phone said, "Mr. Hefner, are you trying to date under the name of work?"

"That's right, I'm trying to date with the convenience of working together. Do you have a problem with that?" Jefferson asked as he didn't think that it was inappropriate for him to date under the name of work.

The person on the other end cleared his throat and replied, "Mr. Hefner, we still have to take care of our image no matter what. If you want to date, you have plenty of time to do it after work, why do you have do it during work?"

"I don't want to miss out any time for both work and life." Jefferson thought for a while, then offered another solution, "If you really want me to be the captain of the Chatterton Town criminal police team, then you can chose to transfer Adrienne over."

"Adrienne has to work with Zelson for now, she isn't capable of working independently yet. Didn't you know this already?"

"Well, if she can't work independently yet, then just get her another mentor here. Are you not capable of doing that?"

"Zelson is the number-one forensic doctor in Chatterton Town, and one of the top forensic doctors in the country. Many people dream to be able to be his mentee but they don't have the chance. If you transfer Adrienne away from him, she'd definitely get mad at you."

For the sake of Adrienne's safety, and to avoid her being snatched by another man, Jefferson wasn't willing to listen to any of this advice. "You told me that I could request for anything, and now I only request for this. Whether or not this deal works out is up to you, it has nothing to do with me."

After that, Jefferson hung up the phone decisively. Whoever was on the other side of the phone didn't matter to him, as he, the great Mr. Hefner, only cared about his own feelings. He never bothered considering the feelings of anyone else's.

However, just as he hung up the phone, another call came in. Looking at the words displayed on the screen, Jefferson's eyebrows furrowed.

He cleared his throat and answered the phone, "My dear mother, it's already so late at night, yet you're not asleep. You'll end up with wrinkles on your face."

The voice of a middle-aged woman sounded from the other side of the phone, "You've been back for months and yet you never came home at all; I thought you have forgotten what your family name is."

Jefferson scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. " I was busy, I'll visit you and that old fogey as soon as I'm done with my business. Don't call me annoying by then." "Tomorrow is a weekend, your father will be home. Come home and have lunch with us."

"Mom, I have something to do..." Jefferson tried to explain that he had matters to attend to, but his mother had already hung up. He was so angry that he wanted to smash his

phone on the ground but he quickly controlled himself.

She was probably the only person in the world who would dare to hang up on him.

His mother did suffer a lot being pregnant with him and giving birth to him.

He looked back and saw Adrienne sleeping as sound as a pig, and felt a little jealous. He walked over to the bedside and lifted his leg to give her a kick but couldn't really do it in the end.

He lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Good night, my little idiot!"

After a night, the weather had cleared up and the sun shone brightly as if it was trying to hide all the bad things that had happened the night before.

By the time Adrienne woke up and looked at the time, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. "Why is it already so late? Is my alarm clock broken?"

"I turned it off for you." Jefferson's lazy voice reached Adrienne's ears. He extended his strong arms and gave her a tight hug. "Little Specky, I haven't gotten enough sleep, don't disrupt my sleep."

Adrienne struggled. "I have things to do."

"What things? Asking Jarred for details regarding the murder? Who do you think you are? You're just a forensic doctor and you don't have permission from your supervisor, what makes you think he'll give you the information?" Jefferson's words made her pause, but they were indeed the truth.

"I..." Adrienne knew that Jarred wouldn't give her the information regarding the murder that happened the night before, but she wanted to give it a try. She just wanted to know if the victim of the murder was the witness of her parents' case.

"The victim that died last night was the witness of the case two years ago," Jefferson told Adrienne as if he could read her mind. "But Adrienne, even if you knew this, you can't do anything about it. What else can you do other than feeling distressed?"

That was true!

Other than being more distressed, Adrienne really didn't know what she could've done about it.

She no longer had the energy to struggle and laid feebly in Jefferson's embrace. "Jarred told you everything, did he?" It was a question, but Adrienne sounded sure. "Since you already know about it, tell me all the details."

Jefferson didn't bother opening his eyes. "Do you really think I'm that powerful?"

"Are you not?" But, why would Adrienne think that he was very powerful? A question arose in her mind. "Jefferson, what is your true identity?"

If Jefferson were merely the son or grandson of someone important in Chatterton, it wouldn't be enough to make Quill and Jarred submissive to him.

"He must have other identities," Adrienne thought.

Jefferson opened his eyes slowly and met Adrienne's confused gaze. He couldn't help but pinch her nose and said, "Little Specky, who do you think I am?"