My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1961

Adrienne was at a loss for words.

Forget it! Forget it!

"I'll just put up with it. Now that I've come this far, this is nothing."

Never mind that Adrienne kept repeating to herself that she had to put up with him, Jefferson's behavior was getting even more outrageous, making her on the verge of snapping.

Not only did he lay his head on her shoulder, he even wrapped his arms around her waist. If he kept going on like this, how was she even supposed to walk?

"Miss Carter, why have you gone all quiet again? Is it because I didn't behave well so you're angry at me again?" Alas, it seemed like Jefferson was completely oblivious of his undue behaviors.

Perhaps he knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was deliberately doing that to annoy her!

Adrienne was too pissed to reply, but he kept mumbling into her ear, "Miss Carter... Miss Carter... I'm asking you a question, why won't you answer me?"

"That's enough!" Adrienne, ever a patient person, was about to explode. "Jefferson Hefner, what exactly do you want?"

An innocent look appeared on Jefferson's face. "Shouldn't I ask you that instead?"

Adrienne, rendered speechless by his answer, wished she could just send him away with a flying kick.

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Adrienne stopped short and said, "Jefferson, just go wherever you want to go. Please don't come here and bother me anymore, okay?"

Jefferson's face fell in an instant. He asked, "Adrienne, please tell me then, where I should go if not here?"

Adrienne said guiltily, "How-how would I know?"

When they were in the midst of an argument, a few villagers, who were passing by, casted curious glances at them and asked, "Miss Carter, who is this?"

Before Adrienne could speak, Jefferson grabbed the chance to greet them, "Hi there, Madam! I'm Miss Carter's husband."

"Hi!" The villagers glanced at Jefferson and smiled politely. "Miss Carter, your husband is so handsome. You two are such a great match."

"Thanks for the compliment!" Jefferson accepted the compliment boldly and continued, "You think I suit her too, don't you? But Miss Carter doesn't seem to think so though."

One of the villagers said, "Miss Carter is very kind to everyone. She would never be mean to you, unless you made her angry."

"She's the one who wears the pants at home. I never dare to speak up, how could I possibly make her angry?"

Adrienne said, "Jefferson, is your shame-o-meter broken or something?"

"Well, having a shame-o-meter does me no good, right?"

Adrienne sighed internally.

Jefferson was indeed capable of annoying her. No matter where they were, he could always make her so furious that she wanted to choke him to death.

The villager said again, "As a man, it's a good thing to listen to your wife, and there's nothing to be ashamed about. Whether you're right or wrong, the best thing you could do is to cheer your wife up."

"Absolutely. Truer words never spoken, Madam. I have no shame in front of my wife." Only Jefferson himself knew what he was referring to. "If she asked me to jump, I would simply ask how high."

The villager said, "That's right."

Adrienne watched silently.

Oh God, please just strike this man down with a lightning bolt. She really couldn't stand him anymore. Adrienne thought.

However, the culprit who had made her mad was still chatting away with the fellow villagers. He was behaving differently; Adrienne had never seen him be so patient with anyone.

If he wanted to chat, then so be it. She would just leave them be.

"Well talk some other time yeah, Madam. I have to go home now, or else Miss Carter won't let me through the door later," said Jefferson to the villager. No sooner had Adrienne walked away, Jefferson immediately caught up to her.

With his long legs, Jefferson quickly fell into steps beside Adrienne and he reached out to hold her waist possessively.

"Let go of me!" Adrienne ordered.

"Why are you so afraid of being seen by others? Are keeping a boyfriend outside or something?" asked Jefferson.

"Yes, and more than one, mind you."

"How many are there?" Jefferson poked her.

"Seven days in a week, which makes it one for each day. How many do you say there are?"

"Do you think their body is better than mine?"

"Of course."

"Okay, I get it now," said Jefferson as he nodded.

"What did you get?"

"I think I have to step up my game to leave a deeper impression on you from now on so that I can compete against those guys."

"Shame on you!" snapped Adrienne.

"You change boyfriends every day of the week. I've already lost all pride I've ever had, so to hell with shame."

Not wanting him to actually misunderstand her, Adrienne quickly explained, "I was just bullsh*tting, Jefferson."

"Man, do you actually think that I don't know that?" If it weren't for the fact that he knew that she was deliberately ruffling his feathers, how could he still speak to her with such composure?

"How do you know? What if it's true?"

"I watched you grow up. Don't I know what you're like? I know you better than you know yourself," said Jefferson dismissively.

"Don't you look down on me!" "Fine, you're better than me. You can have a different boyfriend every day, but for me, you're the only one I want," confessed Jefferson.

At that instant, Jefferson's words warmed the cockles of Adrienne's heart.

Adrienne's heart couldn't help but melt at the sudden confession.

Yes, no matter when, he always trusted her unconditionally.

Even though she ran away from home without leaving a word, and that it had taken him such a long time to find her, he didn't say a single harsh word to her the moment he found her. Instead, he vied for her attention in a childish way.

In fact, he was just like a boy who could never grow up at times, always trying to get her attention through such immature methods.

At that thought, Adrienne's frustration from all his earlier teasing dispersed in an instant.

She smiled at him and said, "It's not going to be easy living here. Are you sure that a privileged rich heir like you can handle it?"

Looking at her smile, Jefferson said in a softer tone, "If you can handle it, then why can't I?"

Adrienne added, "There's no restaurant in this village, and I can't cook either." "When have I ever expected you to cook for me?" Jefferson looped an arm around her shoulder and said, "I saw a lot of wild chicken scuttling around earlier. I'll catch one for you, and we can make some grilled chicken later."

Adrienne wanted to roll her eyes at him. "They are all raised by the villagers. What do you mean wild chicken? I'm telling you, you're not allowed to do as you please here, or I will kick you out immediately."

"Okay, okay, I know." Although he said so, in his heart, he had already set his mind on a plump chicken that he had seen earlier. He planned to catch it that night and feed it to Adrienne, who had lost quite a bit of weight ever since she left home.

Miss Carter's husband, a tall and handsome lad, had come to town.

The news soon spread among the villagers, and not a soul missed the word.

Even before Adrienne and Jefferson could reach home, someone was already waiting by their door with the excuse of sending food over.

Everyone wanted to feast their eyes on the kind of young man who could marry someone as gentle, kind and beautiful as Adrienne.