My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1825

Jefferson shut his mouth obediently. He watched Adrienne inject the anesthetic into him quickly, and then he heard her saying, "The anesthetic will take a while to take effect. Hold on a little longer. Soon, the bullet will be taken out and you will be fine."

She looked so pitiful as if he had bullied her...

It was such a scene to cherish. Suddenly, Jefferson lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. "Why don't you kiss me? I think kissing me will be more effective than anesthetics." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She rolled his eyes at him and scolded, "Jefferson, what is on your mind? Do you think I'm a magical being that can take away your pain with my lips?"

"Little Specky, have you ever seen that famous spy movie?" Jefferson asked as he licked his lips.

Adrienne was taken aback. "What?"

He pinched her face and continued, "It's that movie where the male lead is a spy. He gets shot, and the female lead takes the bullet out for him. She doesn't use any anesthetic, but

she uses something else instead. I'll give you three guesses as to what she used. If you guess it right, I'll let you order me around."

"Movies are a form of art. Art is often exaggerated. Don't take things that happened in a movie and apply them to real life." Upon hearing Jefferson's tone, Adrienne could tell that it was going to be a cheeky answer. She didn't want to waste time guessing. She pressed down on his shoulder and instructed him, "Don't move, lie down obediently."

"Give me a kiss and I'll lie down. I won't move if you ask me not to," teased Jefferson as he pointed at his lips. When he saw Adrienne roll her eyes at him, he pointed at his face again and pouted, "If you don't kiss my lips, you can just kiss me on the face instead."

"Jefferson, can you be more serious?" Adrienne was so close to stabbing Jefferson with a needle until he cried out in pain. As always, it was just a thought as she couldn't bear to do it. "Do you still want to walk with your legs in the future?"

Even so, Jefferson still looked indifferent and argued, "I mean it. If you kiss me, it won't hurt anymore."

Adrienne shouted furiously, "Jefferson!"

"Why are you being so fierce? I'm an injured patient. Can't you be gentler to me?"

Jefferson became more well- behaved after Adrienne's outburst. He lay down on the tiny single bed and whispered, "Little Specky, can you use your brain more next time?"

"What did I do this time?"

"Don't make such a huge fuss about my injury. Those good-for-nothings were there just now. I scold them for being good- for-nothings all the time. If they know that I can't even withstand such a tiny injury, how will I keep control over them in the future?"

"You acted like this out of ego? You dumb*ss." So that was why he had not uttered a single sound of pain in front of the others but he sulked like a child in front of her. Jefferson was in his twenties, but he acted just like a child.

When would he grow up? Adrienne wondered.

"Little Specky..." Jefferson suddenly cupped Adrienne's face and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"I am not in pain," Adrienne shook her head. Compared with Jefferson, the injuries on her body were nothing. She really didn't feel any pain. She was more distressed because of Jefferson's injury.

"I'm sorry!" he apologized again.

"Why are you saying sorry?" From what she could recall, this was probably the first time

he had ever said the word 'sorry' to her. She felt uncomfortable hearing it.

Although sometimes she really hated Jefferson's fearless temperament, she had been bullied by him for so long. Thus, she had gotten used to his dominance. His sudden change in attitude made her feel uneasy.

Jefferson raised her hand and rubbed it against his face. He replied, "Because I dragged you into this mess. I failed to protect you and let you get hurt... I'm sorry, Little Specky. I'll never allow this kind of thing to happen again."

"I'm fine," Adrienne responded and drew back her hand awkwardly. She was extremely afraid of his sudden change in attitude and she didn't know how to respond.

"How could you be fine?" Jefferson grabbed her hand again and touched her head gently. "Little Specky, do you know that I would rather take a few more shots than see you get hurt?" "Jefferson, are you stupid? The most they can do to me is kick me a couple of times. I can take it. But, they made you shoot yourself. If the bullets had deviated a little, both your legs would have been paralyzed. How would you work then..." How would he stay by her side and be there with her through thick and thin? How would he explore the world with her?

Adrienne wanted to continue, but her words stopped at the tip of her tongue.

"Did you think I was just shooting randomly? Do you think I am like you?" In an instant, Jefferson regained his arrogance. Despite his injuries, Adrienne could feel that Jefferson still didn't take any of those men seriously at all.

It was better this way. Adrienne felt more at ease. She notified him, "I'm going to take the bullet out now. If you feel pain, just scream." "Little Specky, it is not that I doubt your skills, but are you sure you can help me take it out?" Adrienne was just about to start when Jefferson questioned her. What happened to his earlier gentleness and emotion? Adrienne felt like perhaps she had hallucinated it.

She answered, "I am a forensic doctor."

"Yes, you are." Jefferson sulked and defended, "Although you use a scalpel every day, you only dissect corpses. I'm a living man lying in bed. Are you sure you won't dissect me like a corpse?"

"If you say one more word, I'll make it so." Adrienne gnawed her teeth in anger.

"Okay, I won't say another word. Go ahead, Dr. Carter, let me be your lab rat." He had mentioned he wouldn't say another word, but he kept chattering on, "Can I ask, is there any

difference between this and your usual dissection of a corpse?"

"It's very different," Adrienne spoke uninterestedly.

"What's the difference?" Jefferson was curious.

"A corpse wouldn't spew as much nonsense as you."

"Which of my words are nonsense?"

"Which of your words weren't?"

"As a wounded person, I've already put my life in your hands. Can't I be worried about my wellbeing?" Jefferson cried out.

The word 'worried' had just left his mouth when he heard the loud clang of something falling onto the metal plate.

Adrienne had already taken out the bullet and put it on the plate beside her.

Jefferson smiled and complimented her, "It seems that you do have quite the skills, after all, Dr. Carter."

Adrienne continued ignoring him. She quickly sterilized his wound and bandaged it after putting medicine on. After she was done, she looked up at him.