My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1850

Seeing Jefferson raised his glass, Adrienne frowned and quickly poured him a glass of juice, handing him the juice in one hand and grabbing his glass in the other. "Did you forget that you can't drink? Give me that, and drink the juice."

"Adrienne, Jefferson is the best drinker among us. He's known for having a high tolerance. We're all here to celebrate today. How can he not drink?" Tommy had no idea about Jefferson's injury, so he was opposed to the idea.

Similarly, Freddy and Bruce didn't know either and they stood on Tommy's side, "Adrienne if you are stopping Jefferson from drinking, we're going to assume something else is going on."

"Jefferson can't drink today. Please don't pressure him anymore. I'm sorry!" Meanwhile, Jefferson had secretly taken back his wine glass. Adrienne did not notice him doing so but reached out her hand to grab the glass from him again.

Although he seemed to be holding the glass gently, when Adrienne tried to grab it, she couldn't. Jefferson uttered, "Who are you to me? Who do you think you are to tell me whether I should drink wine or juice?"

Everyone present trembled in their seat. The smiles on their faces were stiff, and they looked at Adrienne and Jefferson with puzzled looks.

What had happened between them?

However, Adrienne, the root of his anger, did not notice anything unusual with him at all. She insisted on taking away the glass in his hand. "Jefferson, you promised me that you would not drink wine before we got here, so you can't break your promise. Stop it. Put the glass down and have the juice instead."

"Take your hand away and don't touch me!" Jefferson's voice was piercing. No matter how slow Adrienne was, even she could start to sense the strange atmosphere. However, because of the injuries on his body, she still advised him patiently, "I told you, you can't drink."

"It's none of your business whether I drink," Jefferson insisted.

Listening to this, Adrienne felt her chest become heavy.

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Did he think that she wanted so badly to meddle into his affairs?

If it weren't for the injuries on his leg, she wouldn't stop him even if he was blackout drunk.

Adrienne breathed in a few cool breaths and tried to suppress the rising anger in her heart. But when she saw his smug look, she couldn't help but say, "Jefferson, why are you throwing another tantrum?"

"That's right. I like throwing tantrums. What's it to you?" retorted Jefferson with a cold sneer.

"You're right, it has nothing to do with me..." Adrienne was so irritated that she wanted nothing to do with him, but she was still worried about him deep down. "Jefferson, don't forget that my name is next to yours on our marriage certificate. How dare you say you have nothing to do with me?"

What?

The other four all looked over with a face full of perplexity.

The two were married?

They had already registered for their marriage?

When had this happened? Why didn't the rest know about it?

Although they did not know when Jefferson and Adrienne had gotten married, they knew very well how badly Jefferson had wanted to marry her. So they weren't exactly surprised by the revelation.

"Pfft... Who would know if neither of us mentioned it?" Jefferson said as he raised his glass to take a sip of wine. Adrienne was about to lose her mind. "Have you forgotten about your leg injury? Are you trying to kill yourself by drinking?"

"Jefferson is hurt? What happened?" Suddenly all their attention shifted from the marriage matter to Jefferson. They put down their glasses simultaneously and surrounded him worriedly. "Jefferson, you can't drink if you are injured."

"Don't listen to her nonsense. Let's drink," said Jefferson.

"Jefferson, look at how worried Adrienne is. Stop messing around."

"Messing around? You guys think I'm messing around?" Jefferson scoffed as he swirled the wine in his glass. He hadn't even taken a single sip yet, but he wished he was drunk at the moment. "I really wish I could be unreasonable."

After saying that, he raised his cup and downed the wine in one big gulp.

Everyone else exclaimed in unison,

"Jefferson!"

As Adrienne watched him down the wine, her heart was aching and filled with anger at the same time. "I can't stand you anymore, Jefferson. We're getting a divorce now."

"Divorce?" Hearing the word coming out of Adrienne's mouth again, Jefferson felt a sharp stab in his chest. It was so painful that he felt like he was suffocating. He did not even feel this much pain when he had shot himself. "Fine."

"Jefferson, Adrienne, let's not be impulsive."

Jefferson got up and said, "C'mon, let's get a divorce."

After Adrienne blurted out her emotions, especially when she saw Jefferson's unpredictable gaze, she regretted it instantly. Nevertheless, she didn't want to take her words back, so she thought of a good excuse. "The Civil Affairs Bureau is closed now. No matter how urgent we are, we'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"Have you forgotten who I am, Adrienne?" said Jefferson with a cold smile and an arrogant tone. "There's nothing I can't do."

Indeed, as soon as he made a phone call, someone would immediately help him complete the divorce procedures.

But Adrienne didn't really want to divorce him. Just as she was wondering how to ease the situation, Freya saw through her and stepped in again to speak for her. "Jefferson, Adrienne was just speaking out of anger. Don't take it seriously. Marriage is not a trifling matter. You can't just get a divorce at your whim and fancy."

"Anger? Perhaps the first time she proposed a divorce could have just been out of anger. But she's said it twice or thrice now..." Jefferson still had an indifferent smile on, but at the same time, he looked rather pitiful. "Ask that stupid woman how many times she has mentioned getting a divorce with me."

Freya spoke up for her again. "No matter how many times she has said it, as long as she doesn't say it anymore in the future, it's okay. Jefferson, Adrienne knows that she's in the wrong. Ask her if you don't believe me."

Freya winked at Adrienne to hint her to say something comforting to Jefferson. Everyone knew Jefferson's temperament very well. As long as they did as he said, everything could be solved.

Adrienne knew she was in the wrong, too. "I'm sorry."

"Do you know what your mistake was?"

"Whatever you say it is."

Jefferson was speechless.

This woman didn't realize her mistake at all. He couldn't forgive her, definitely not. "Let's go and get a divorce now."

She had already apologized, and yet he still wanted to divorce her. Adrienne's temper started to rise again. "Fine, let's go then. I'm not afraid of you."

Adrienne stepped forward and walked out of the private room first. Freya could not stop her even if she wanted to.

Jefferson followed suit, and no one else dared to stop him.

Tommy said, "It's my fault for proposing a toast. I'll down this glass of wine to show my apology."

"No, it's my fault." Freya said, "I knew that Adrienne hadn't thought things through yet, but I purposely pulled her aside to ask her all sorts of questions and let Jefferson overheard us. I'm the one who led them to this."

Freddy then muttered, "What are you guys going on about? I'm willing to bet they won't actually divorce."