My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1824

Adrienne had overheard Uriah and the others earlier. If it wasn't for Weldon's protection, she might not even be able to stand up at this instant, let alone have the strength to confront Uriah and turn the tables.

"Okay." Jefferson didn't ask more but he couldn't resist taking a second look at her. He noticed a bump on her head, which made his heart ache so much that his fury rose again. He went over, raised his hand whilst holding the gun, and hit Uriah in the head. "You son of a b*tch!"

Jefferson had struck down hard, and fresh blood started pouring down Uriah's temple.

Although Uriah was afraid of death, he refused to be humiliated in front of all his subordinates. In a man's world, ego was more important than life.

"I only have one life and I'm not afraid of anything. If I die today, your sweetheart is going to die with me." Uriah stared at Jefferson fiercely and shouted, "Don't worry about me. Pick up the guns and shoot them. Whoever kills Jefferson will have the greatest honor. Miss Ninetina will award you accordingly."

Although Uriah had given his orders, some of the men were still a little hesitant. However, as soon as one man stood up, the rest started joining too.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, gunshots sounded. Police officers in bulletproof vests rushed over and surrounded the area.

Someone shouted from the outside with a megaphone, "Everyone inside, listen up, we have you all surrounded. Put down your weapons and surrender immediately. Otherwise, you'll all be arrested and tried."

The narcotics team and special forces members arrived at the same time. The outcome of this battle was already apparent. Uriah gave up his struggle and fell limply onto the ground.

Someone ran to Jefferson; it was Vincent. Finally, he decided to be smart and show up before it was too late.

Vincent came closer to Jefferson and asked, "Boss, are you and Dr. Carter alright?"

Jefferson took a glance at his legs, which were still bleeding. Why would Vincent ask if he was okay? Was he blind?

Adrienne knew that Jefferson was a hot-tempered person and he didn't know when to

restrain himself. She quickly chimed in, "Vincent, I'm fine, but Jefferson is injured. Do you have an ambulance with you? If there is a car, you can help him get on first."

"I'm fine," answered Jefferson stubbornly.

Adrienne was annoyed. "Is this the time to be acting tough?"

However, Jefferson responded by picking Adrienne up. He wanted to use his actions to show her that he didn't need an ambulance for such minor injuries.

Adrienne was so angry that she wanted to beat him up, but of course, she didn't really dare to. After all, he was injured and she couldn't bear to hurt him more.

Soon, Jefferson brought her over to the ambulance. "Treat the wounds on her body quickly."

"I'm fine, treat his wounds first," Adrienne notified them.

Adrienne's head and back were injured, but her hair and clothes covered them, therefore they were not visible. On the other hand, Jefferson's legs were visibly bleeding. Hence, the doctor decided to

tend to him first. However, Jefferson insisted, "I told you to treat her wounds first."

Everyone already knew about Jefferson's hot

temper. The doctor did not dare to object and immediately began to treat Adrienne's wound.

What Adrienne suffered was only a minor wound, which was not serious. It was enough for the doctor to apply medicine to the wound. After that, he turned to Jefferson with a worried face. However, Adrienne was the only one in Jefferson's eyes. "Are you hurting anywhere else? Let the doctor take a look."

"I'm fine. Please let them treat your wound quickly." If Adrienne weren't familiar with his temper, she would have wondered if he was a fool. Her injuries could be easily treated, but his legs were still bleeding. What if he wasn't treated in time and he had to amputate them?

The doctor interrupted, "Captain Hefner, your wounds are still bleeding. They require immediate attention."

"I said I'm fine. Can't you hear me? Is there something wrong with your ears?" Jefferson shot him a cold glare and ordered, "Sit in the front. I'll stay with her here."

The doctor got out of the car obediently. As soon as the door was closed, Jefferson's calm expression turned into a grimace. "F*ck me, it hurts so bad! Those b*stards, I swear on my life that I'll teach them a lesson."

"Didn't you say you're fine? Yet, you can suddenly feel pain again?" Adrienne was furious with him but her hands were not idle. She immediately opened the first aid kit and found some tools for disinfection. "I'll clean your wound now. It'll be a little painful. Bear with me."

"It hurts so much. How am I supposed to bear it?" In front of others, Jefferson had not uttered a single sound. In front of Adrienne, he suddenly turned into a wounded little puppy. Honestly, he justContent from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

wanted Adrienne to care more about him so that he could feel how important he was to her.

However, he was just acting to be in pain, kind of in a teasing way. He wanted to make Adrienne feel less burdened.

Adrienne didn't want to talk nonsense with him, hence she directly cut off his trousers and disinfected his wound.

Truth be told, when Jefferson received training abroad, he had suffered worse injuries than this. This pain was nothing to him, but he shouted, "Little Specky, can you be gentler? You are so rough. Are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Murder my husband? You are the one asking for trouble! You fool! How could you be so cruel even to yourself?" At the thought of Jefferson shooting himself for her without

hesitation, Adrienne felt her chest tighten. She quietly took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down to take the gauze and anesthetics. "I'm going to do some local anesthesia for you. We'll start with taking the bullets out of your right leg."

"Little Specky, you are not a doctor. You are a forensic doctor. I am still alive, not a corpse. I don't need anesthetics. Just give me the scalpel and I can handle it myself." Jefferson had shot himself and he had taken a very controlled aim to his left leg. The bullet merely grazed his flesh, and the injury wasn't serious. However, on his right leg, he hadn't controlled his aim well. The bullet was lodged inside and close to hitting his bone. On the surface, Jefferson still showed to Adrienne that this was just a minor injury and he wasn't taking it seriously at all.

"You shut up!" Adrienne wished she could just stitch his mouth shut so that he would stop talking nonsense and bothering her... But, how could she bear to do that? Looking at the bullet in his right leg, Adrienne was close to crying. She tried her best to hold back her tears as her eyes turned red.

"Jefferson, another word out of you, and I won't use any anesthetic. You can die from the pain for all I care."