My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1932

"Little Specky, can you stop being unreasonable?" Jefferson was on edge.

These words had successfully struck Adrienne's nerves. She was so angry that she immediately stood up, looking as if she was ready to fight with him. "I'm trying to tell you my point of view, but you're calling me unreasonable. What do you see me as if not a clueless child?

At this moment, Jefferson finally understood why the older generation had always advised the younger generation to never reason with their wives. Because at a time like this, your wife would only believe what she wanted to.

Jefferson was at a loss. Since he couldn't go against Adrienne, he decided to go along with it. "Fine, I do treat you like a child."

"Wh- what?" As if she had heard something extraordinary, Adrienne's face flushed with anger. "Jefferson, am I that useless in your eyes?" NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Jefferson didn't know what to answer.

What did he say wrong again?

Women were terrifying creatures.

Jefferson was confused as to where he had spoken wrongly. Should he have shut his mouth and not say a word? He thought.

Of course, he couldn't. Even though he didn't speak, Adrienne continued to question, "Why are you not answering me? Are you not speaking because that's exactly what you think?"

"I don't know what I should say," Jefferson gave up. He had never expected Adrienne would be this stubborn and illogical.

Adrienne didn't want to quarrel with him, but the incident that night had scared her. The powerlessness she felt when she knew the person closest to her was in danger almost made her lose her mind. "Tell me, where did you go today? Who did you meet? And why did you lie to me?"

After a long time, Jefferson thought that Adrienne had probably forgotten the reason why they had started this conversation in the first place. However, Adrienne went back to the main point once again. Jefferson prayed for himself as he answered her, "I went to meet Johan and we chatted about work. Why can't you just believe me?"

Adrienne was still dubious. "Is that really the case?"

"If you don't believe me, then fine. But are you doubting Sierra, too? Sierra watched you grow up.

It goes without saying how much she adores you," Jefferson replied.

After hearing his answer, Adrienne's loftiness gradually weakened. "There's nothing to hide if you're only meeting Johan. Why did you lie to me and tell me you had to work then?"

Jefferson thought for a while.

How could he explain this?

If he had known that Sierra was in Chatterton Town, he would not have to make up such a reason to deceive Adrienne. He was digging his own grave at this point.

Adrienne, on the other hand, had come to her own conclusion. "I don't care, at the end of the day, you still lied to me."

The more he tried to explain, the worse the situation got. Jefferson didn't want to explain anymore. He pulled Adrienne into his arms and hugged her. He comforted her, "It's getting late. Let's sleep first. Well talk about it tomorrow."

Adrienne punched him in the chest. "Jefferson, you're just trying to change the subject."

Since being soft didn't work, Jefferson thought of another method instead. "Adrienne, must I get your permission no matter where I go now? Am I not allowed to have some personal freedom? Or do you not have faith in my feelings for you? Do you think I'm out there cheating on you behind your back? Is... Anyway, I haven't done anything that I should be sorry for, so you can think of it however you want to."

Jefferson let go of her, turned around and left. Behind him came Adrienne's aggrieved voice, "Who said I don't have faith in you? Do you think I want to care about this much? If you were not my husband, do you think I would be caring this much? Do I don't have better things to do? Besides, can't I be worried about you when you go out in the middle of the night? If you think my worry limits your freedom, then I won't worry about you anymore."

How could Jefferson bear to leave? He turned around and held Adrienne in his arms again. "What's there to worry about? I'm a man. It's not like someone is going to abduct me or something." Then, he gently rubbed her head and coaxed, "I'm right here, am I not? Be good, don't cry anymore."

"I'm just scared!" Adrienne was afraid that Jefferson would meet up with some dangerous people and not tell her. She was scared that she wouldn't be able to do anything when he was in danger.

She knew that it was annoying to deal with such unreasonable behavior. Yet, when she thought of what Zelson had told her that night, she just couldn't keep herself gathered.

What should she do if something really happened to him?

Before Jefferson came back, Adrienne thought that as long as he could return home safely, she could give up everything. She was willing to forget about finding her parents' murderer.

If he wanted to travel, she would go with him. She would do anything that he wanted to do.

"Little idiot, can't you think more positively? You must have tired yourself out at work. You really need to get more rest so that you won't keep overthinking." Jefferson tightened his grip around her, and he could feel that her body was slowly relaxing.

"Maybe I really am overthinking." Adrienne leaned against his chest and listened to his powerful and steady heartbeat as the fear in her slowly faded away.

"Everything will be fine as long as he's here," Adrienne thought.

Jefferson patted her on the back and tried to divert her attention. "Have you decided on where we should go for our honeymoon?" "You're letting me make the decision this time?

Aren't you usually the one who decides stuff like this? Are you really going to take my word for it though?" Adrienne asked. Jefferson must have already thought of where to go so why did he bother asking her? Even if she thought hard and picked a place, he would end up choosing what he wanted anyway. Her opinion never mattered.

"Of course. It's up to you this time. We'll go wherever you say we're going. I'll listen to you," Jefferson assured as he kissed her on the forehead. "The sun is coming up soon. I'll take a shower. You should go to bed first."

Having just returned from such a filthy place, Jefferson felt uncomfortable all over. He didn't want any of that nasty smell to get onto Adrienne.

"Okay." Adrienne nodded and watched as Jefferson headed toward the bathroom.

She knew that Jefferson was hiding something from her, and that the person he met was definitely not Johan. However, since he refused to tell her, there was no point in her pestering him further.

He must have had his reason for keeping it a secret from her, and she was sure that it had something to do with her.

The only possible matter that came to her mind was her parents' murder. Adrienne concluded that Jefferson had most likely met with the culprit who killed her parents two years ago.

If even Zelson believed that the killer could take Jefferson's life, it could be said that the other party was certainly not just an ordinary person.

Who was the murderer?

Could it be...

A figure popped up in her mind, which scared Adrienne and sent chills down her spine. "It can't be that person. It can't be..." Adrienne murmured.

Without realizing it, Adrienne was speaking out loud. Jefferson, who was stepping out of the bathroom, heard her mumbling to herself, "What are you talking about? It can't be who?"

"Ah, it's nothing..." Adrienne was shocked and quickly hid under the quilt.

Jefferson repeated, "What were you mumbling to yourself about?"