My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1774

Jefferson kept quiet.

It seemed that he could not let her know the truth. Otherwise, she would fly into a rage at him.

Adrienne warned, "Remember this!"

Jefferson stretched out his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I've been up all night and my eyelids feel so heavy. You're still talking to me. You really don't want me to sleep, do you?"

Adrienne argued, "I... You should go to sleep."

Jefferson pressed her head against his chest. "Let's go to sleep!"

The previous night, Adrienne could not fall asleep from the nightmare and was worrying about Jefferson. At this instant, she was lying in Jefferson's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat. Soon, she fell asleep with Jefferson.

There was no new case and it was the weekend too. Adrienne slept through the whole day. It was already the next morning when she woke up.

By the time Adrienne got up, it was already empty beside her. She did not know how long it had been since Jefferson woke up.

She didn't ponder on where Jefferson was. She picked up the remote control and opened the curtains. Warm and bright sunshine shone into the room, lighting up her mood as well. "Good morning!"

There was no one else in the room. She said "good morning" just because she felt like it. Unexpectedly, a man's irked voice came from outside the room. "There is nothing good about this morning."

Early in the morning, Eunice's phone call woke Jefferson up. It was good enough that he didn't lose his temper. How could he be in a good mood?

"If you're not in a good mood, why would you ruin others' mood?" Adrienne frowned, her chirpy mood ruined in an instant. "You're inconsiderate."

Jefferson pushed the door open with much force and walked in the room. "Hurry up."

Adrienne asked in annoyance, "What's the matter?"

"I'm busy, I won't have time to send you to work later," Jefferson informed her.

"Go ahead with your work. I can drive or take the subway to work. You don't have to drive me there." Adrienne looked at Jefferson, who was obviously irritated, and added, "Mr. Hefner, you don't look suitable for work now."

"What's wrong with me?" Jefferson questioned discontentedly.

As Adrienne walked to the bathroom, she replied, "Control your temper when you are at work. Don't lash out easily. You have to understand that the people you are facing are drug criminals. Don't let them affect your mood so that you can work better."

It turned out that she thought that if Jefferson was busy, he was going to work.

He didn't know whether she was foolish or she really didn't pay much attention to him.

Nonetheless, Jefferson wanted to let her know the truth. "Eunice returned to the country and asked me to pick her up at the airport."

"Ah... Oh..." Adrienne was shocked and dropped her eyes dejectedly. "She, she only called you?" She did not receive a phone call from Eunice even though she was her best friend.

"How would I know?" Jefferson wondered whether Eunice was out of her mind. She had many relatives and friends, but she chose to call him and woke him up from a dream. She was utterly annoying.

Adrienne muttered, "Oh..."

Jefferson urged, "Hurry up."

Adrienne didn't know where her anger came from. She responded, "I said that you don't need to send me to work. If you want to pick someone up, then pick her up. No one is stopping you."

"Who the hell said that I'm going to pick her up?" Eunice did call Jefferson to pick her up at the airport, but he refused without hesitation.

He had rejected her impatiently. "Eunice, you have your parents. You are not an orphan who has no one to take care of you. I am not running a charity. I don't have the f*cking time to help you. You can come back if you want but is it necessary to wake me up?"

Adrienne retorted, "You just said it yourself."

"Did I say that?" Jefferson asked.

Adrienne tried to recall. Jefferson said that Eunice asked him to pick her up at the airport, not that he agreed to it. "Don't you intend to pick her up?"

"She's not you," Jefferson answered angrily. "I'm not going to pick her up just because she called and asked me to."

"You'll do it if it's me?" Adrienne felt that it was bad that she was happy. "If you don't go to pick up Eunice, she will be upset."

"What does it have to do with me whether she's happy or not?" Jefferson's voice rose.

"Oh..." Adrienne did not know what she was happy about. "Then, does my happiness matter to you?"

Jefferson roared, "Stop asking so many questions and go get ready."

Adrienne mumbled, "But I want to have breakfast."

Jefferson pushed her into the bathroom and ordered, "Hurry up. Breakfast is getting cold."

"I only said that casually. Did you really prepare breakfast?" Adrienne poked her head out of the bathroom.

Jefferson urged, "I asked you to hurry up."

"Okay." Adrienne immediately washed up and rushed to the dining room after that. Seeing the breakfast on the table, she was surprised.

Although it was not fancy as there were only two boiled eggs and plain bread, she was delighted as Jefferson was the one who prepared them. "Did you prepare all these for me?" Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jefferson replied sulkily, "If not, who else can I prepare for?"

Adrienne exclaimed, "Thank you!"

"Idiot!"

After breakfast, Jefferson sent Adrienne to the Paramount Criminal Police Team. Before leaving, he advised, "Just manage your own task. Don't foolishly take responsibility for everything."

Adrienne nodded and added, "You can call and ask if Eunice has reached home safely."

Jefferson replied, "She's a grown- up. What could go wrong?"

Adrienne reminded him, "Then you should be careful at work and don't get angry easily."

"You're so naggy. I know and I'm leaving." Jefferson waved his hand, turned around, and got into his fancy red sports car. Adrienne watched him go and walked toward the building. As soon as she walked in, she met Quill, who was in good spirits. "Sergeant Scott, you look like you have good news."

Quill smiled and replied, "The serial murder case is finally closed. Is that good news?"

"Yes, it is." Adrienne sensed his good mood and raised her eyebrows inadvertently. "What's the murderer's motive? What's the connection between the four victims he killed?"

Quill responded, "Because he's poor."

Adrienne did not understand. "What do you mean?"

Quill said again, "The murderer, Lewis, resigned from the slaughterhouse. After he resigned, the boss of the slaughterhouse didn't pay his months-worth salary. He ended up not even having a place to live in."

Adrienne was surprised. "That was not what the boss said that day."

"He lied to us." Quill sighed. "Lewis did not get his salary. After he came back from the slaughterhouse, the vegetable market merchant sold him lacking goods. As for the housewife, although she was renting a house, the rent was high. Lewis couldn't afford it. It was the real estate agent who introduced her to Lewis. The bank staff didn't approve Lewis's application for a bank loan to rent a house... In the end, Lewis felt that life was pushing him over the edge. Thus, he did such a wicked thing."