My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1772

Adrienne was not one to believe in superstitions, but before her parents' incident, she had a similar dream. Soon after, she received news that her parents were murdered.

What should she do?

How could she get in touch with Jefferson?

Adrienne tried her best to calm down, but her hands were trembling continuously.

No, she couldn't panic.

She could not call Jefferson at this time. If he was chasing after a criminal, it would affect him if she called him.

Adrienne tried to comfort herself by telling herself that Jefferson was at work. He had a lot of colleagues with him and everything would be fine. He must be fine... The next half of the night, she spent the time in this worried and anxious state until the sky turned into a lighter shade of blue.

Just when Adrienne felt that it had been an eternity, she finally heard the door open. She rushed to the entrance as soon as possible.

It was indeed Jefferson who was at the door and he was still wearing the white shirt he wore the previous day. The shirt was wrinkled and there were some obvious dirty spots. His usually messy hair was ruffled at this time as if it had not been washed for weeks.

Adrienne quickly examined Jefferson. Fortunately, he seemed all right.

"It's rare for you to be free on the weekend. Where are you heading this early in the morning?" Having been busy all night, Jefferson was exhausted. He did not notice that there was something wrong in Adrienne's gaze.

"Jefferson..." Adrienne did not answer why she did not sleep in. Instead, she went straight to hug him, which caught him off guard as he stopped midway while changing into his slippers. He recalled that she had a nightmare the night before and probably did not sleep well after that.

Jefferson patted her on the back and consoled, "I'm back. Don't be afraid anymore."

Jefferson did not make it clear, but Adrienne knew that he was talking about her nightmare. Sometimes, she just understood what he was thinking. "I'm fine."

"You're fine but you're still holding me early in the morning. Do you know that it's easy for a man to be aroused in the morning?" The tone

of Jefferson carried a hint of disgust, but he could not help hugging the person in his arms. He felt flattered as it was not he who took the initiative to hold her; she did.

"Stop talking!" Adrienne shouted at him.

"Little Specky..." Did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed that morning? She had yelled at him early in the morning; she seemed to have grown bolder again.

"Jefferson, I asked you not to talk. Didn't you fu*king hear that?" Adrienne raised her voice. "I just want to hug you. Do I need a reason to fu*king hug my man in my home?"

"You little thing, who gave you the courage to do so?" D*mn, Jefferson thought. He was starting to think that he was a masochist. Others preferred their partners to be gentle and lovely, yet he fell for an overbearing lady like Adrienne.

If this wasn't masochism, then what was it?

Adrienne roared again, "Shut up!"

Jefferson was startled.

Sure enough, he shut up.

But after a few seconds, he spoke again, "You can hug me if you want. I wouldn't stop you. Why are you so fierce?"

Adrienne glared at him!

Jefferson quickly shut up, afraid of upsetting her again.

After Adrienne was satisfied, she released him. "Have you had breakfast?"

Jefferson shook his head and answered, "No."

As soon as he was done with his work, he rushed back to accompany her.

Adrienne said, "Go take a shower. I'll get you something to eat. You should eat before you sleep."

Upon hearing that Adrienne was going to cook something to eat, Jefferson felt uncomfortable all over. He responded, "Little Specky, you are so abnormal today. Are you planning to poison me?"

Adrienne gave him a glare and scolded, "Go take a shower. There is no need to blabber nonsense."

"Is this little idiot getting used to ordering me around?" Jefferson wondered.

Although he felt a little dissatisfied, he still went to the bathroom obediently.

Adrienne was not good at cooking, but she bought sandwiches and milk before coming home the night before. After a quick and simple preparation, they should be edible.

When she finished preparing, Jefferson was done.

Adrienne noticed that Jefferson only had a towel on to cover the lower part of his body and the towel threatened to fall at any time as he moved. Adrienne did not feel strange at all. She had seen Jefferson shamelessly wear nothing at home. This was considered good enough.

Adrienne urged, "Eat quickly, and then go to rest."

Jefferson sat still, picked up the sandwich, and studied it. He picked up the milk to smell it and asked, "Little Specky, did you give me a colorless and tasteless poison?"

Adrienne glared at him again. "Yes, it's poison. Do you have the courage to try it?"

Jefferson took a bite of a sandwich and slowly ate it. Then, he took a sip of milk and teased, "Sure, anything you say. It's my first time eating a decent breakfast prepared by you. It's worth being poisoned to death."

Jefferson was flirting with Adrienne, but she did not seem to understand his intention. "Eat up and go to rest after you're done. Don't talk nonsense."

"You're not romantic at all." Jefferson pouted.

Adrienne was sitting opposite him and her

gaze was fixed on his face. This time, it was Jefferson who felt uncomfortable. "What's on my face?"

Adrienne shook her head.

Jefferson argued, "Are you playing dumb, little idiot?"

"Eat, stop talking nonsense."

Jefferson finished the milk and put the glass on the table. He grunted, "Little Specky, you're pushing it."

Adrienne took the glass and went to the kitchen. "I will give you another glass of milk."

Jefferson was dumbstruck.

Something was off!

Adrienne was so abnormal!

What on earth happened to her?

After Adrienne got back to the dining table, Jefferson had finished eating the sandwich. He took the milk but did not drink it. He sized Adrienne up and down and uttered, "If you have something to ask, go ahead. Stop looking at me with puppy eyes."

Adrienne certainly did not know that her overbearing and pitiful gaze made him want to lay hands on her.

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Anyway, no matter what she asked, he would not tell the truth.

Now that she knew the answer, there was no need for her to do anything unnecessary.

Jefferson replied, "You really don't want to ask?"

Adrienne wanted to shake her head, but she was really concerned about him. She couldn't help but question, "Did you catch the drug criminal who escaped last night?"

"Who told you that I went after..." Jefferson realized that he had almost fallen into a trap. He changed the subject and asked, "Little Specky, don't you know that I fool around all day long? Who fu*king told you that I was going after a drug criminal?"

Adrienne knew that he would not admit it, but she still advised calmly, "In the future, no matter when you go on a task, you should be cautious. Don't forget that you are your parents' only son. The Hefner family and the Yard family's businesses are still waiting for you to inherit them. You must not do anything that will make your family sad."