My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1895

Did Adrienne enjoy it?

Was she sated?

Although Adrienne had drunk a lot of wine the night before and was not sober, she was not drunk enough to have forgotten it all.

As for the experience of the previous night... It felt quite good.

It was painful, but the pain mingled a carefree feeling that Adrienne had never experienced before.

However, Adrienne said, "I was drunk last night. I don't remember anything."

She lied!

After the lie fell from her lips, Adrienne's face started to burn. She felt so guilty that she didn't dare to look straight at Jefferson.

"Look at me!" Jefferson said in his usual overbearing tone, giving Adrienne no room for refusal.

Adrienne gave Jefferson a sideways glance and quickly looked away. Her gaze flitted from the ceiling to the floor and then to the walls, but it did not dare to meet his eyes. As she guessed, she had really left some scratches on Jefferson's chest, too.

She really was a filthy beast!

How could she hurt him like that?

A sense of apology welled up in Adrienne's heart. "Last night, I-1 was really drunk. But don't worry! From now on, I'll try to be as nice as possible to you to make up for it."

Jefferson repeated, "Look at me!"

The same three words, but spoken in a harsher tone. Fearing that she would be spanked, Adrienne had no choice but to look at him. As soon as she saw the scratches on his body, her feeling of guilt returned. "Uh... urn..."

Alas, alcohol really was a curse. Looking at Jefferson's marred body, Adrienne wondered how she was able to do such a vicious thing.

"That little idiot is finally looking at me," Jefferson thought to himself. Even though it was a flickering gaze, Jefferson lifted his brows in elation and asked, "How are you going to make it up to me?"

How was she going to make it up to him?

Adrienne thought about it.

She didn't have any money. She had given all her savings to him.

Then, what remained was... she could only take

care of him. "Well..."

Buzz...

Her phone vibrated once again. It was, once more, a call from Freddy. Upon seeing the call, Adrienne recalled the important matter she had to attend to. "Uh, let's talk about this matter later. I have more pressing things to deal with now."

"Dr. Carter, are you just going to leave as you wish after having your way with me?" Jefferson grabbed her hand and gently pulled her towards the bed, into his arms. He then blew a breath of warm air onto the tip of her ears, "What am I to you?"

As their skin came into contact, the heat from their bodies began merging. Adrienne discovered something even more embarrassing just then. It seemed that...no, it was a fact that she was completely naked in his embrace right then.

Adrienne could not get a single word out.

What was she to do?

Should she just press herself onto him and go for another round?

No! Absolutely not!

Adrienne still had to rush to the Civil Bureau to stop Freddy and Freya from divorcing! She couldn't afford to indulge in lust right then!

"Why are you not talking? Could it be that you're still denying it?" Jefferson asked.

"No, no, no..." Adrienne really wanted to take responsibility for what she had done, but it wasn't the right time to.

"Little Specky, you're bullying me again!" Jefferson whined, as if he had been through countless suffering.

"I'm not, it's just..." Adrienne comforted him in a hurry. It wasn't that she wasn't willing to compensate him for what she had done. When she looked down at her own body, she found that she was also marked. The bruises on her body were comparable to the scratches on Jefferson's body. He was not the only one who was injured.

Not only that, Adrienne didn't even have the strength to stand up because of how sore her body was. Since Jefferson had more strength than her, she realized that he was still at least in a better state than her.

"Wait a minute..." An idea suddenly came to Adrienne's mind, and she slipped out of Jefferson's arms like an eel. Adrienne then grabbed her pajamas and put them on. She dragged her sore body to the study and threw something to Jefferson's chest after returning, "Have a look at what this is!"

Seeing her goofiness, Jefferson had to bite back his urge to laugh. He replied, "Our marriage certificate."

With the marriage certificate in hand, Adrienne grew confident. She raised her head and puffed out her chest. "You are right. This is our marriage certificate. This proves that we are a legal couple, and what I did to you last night is reasonable and legal. So, as long as we are married, I can continue to do what I did to you last night."

After haggling with her day in and day out, that was exactly the result Jefferson had been hoping to achieve!

"Well, since you have said so, as my wife, I have no choice but listen to you. From now on, when it comes to the matter of strengthening the relationship between husband and wife, I will only do what you say, my darling wife." Jefferson turned and got out of bed. Before Adrienne could react, Jefferson had already picked her up by the waist, heading towards the bathroom. He said, "It was your turn last night. So, today, it's my turn to have some fun."

No! That wasn't right!

Jefferson's reaction was suspicious!

The young master of the Hefner family and the top dog of Chatterton Town would not admit his wrongdoings that easily! Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Of course not!

Then, why was Jefferson so happy?

Jefferson didn't give Adrienne the time to ponder over it...

It was three hours later when Jefferson and Adrienne finally arrived at Paramount Civil Bureau. At the door of the lobby, Freddy was pacing around anxiously.

Adrienne felt very guilty for arriving three hours late. She pinched Jefferson's waist with all her strength. How could that dratted man have so much stamina? She thought that she was really going to die just then. She couldn't even walk straight at the moment and needed him to prop her up.

When Freddy saw them, it was as if a heavenly savior had descended from the sky. Freddy immediately ran over and said, "Jefferson, Adrienne, you are finally here."

Adrienne immediately distanced herself from Jefferson and asked, "Freddy, where is Freya?"

Freddy pointed to the hall. "She's still waiting inside. I don't have the guts to enter yet."

"Freddy, wait here. I'll talk to Freya first and figure out where she's coming from." As she said that,

Adrienne ran into the lobby hurriedly. Upon looking around, she found Freya sitting on a chair, in a corner. Freya was sitting upright and looking in front of her stiffly, as if she was a warrior anticipating a battle.

The sight hurt Adrienne immensely. She walked over and put her arms around Freya, greeting her, "Freya!"

Freya was taken aback at first, then curled her lips upwards into a smile. "Adrienne, why are you here?"

Adrienne hugged her tightly and replied, "Because I love you. I worry about you."

Smiling, Freya retorted, "Did you come here just to confess your love for me? Aren't you afraid that Jefferson will get jealous? Even I myself am quite scared whenever he is jealous."

"No, I came here at Freddy's request." Adrienne let go of Freya and held her hand, "Freya, can you tell me what happened?"

"Nothing happened." Freya averted her gaze.

"Freya..." Adrienne drew her into another tight embrace. "I'm Adrienne, you know that, right? You can tell me anything."

"Adrienne, don't concern yourself over this matter." Freya patted Adrienne's shoulder and her tone gradually became stone-cold. "Freddy and I have no future together anymore. Get him to come in here."

To Adrienne, Freya had always been a positive and cheerful woman with the air of an elder sister. She would often protect Adrienne, who was a couple of years younger than her, like an elder sister would.

After their long friendship, Adrienne began relying on Freya. She would always tell her all her worries and troubles, but it seemed that she had never once calmed herself down to listen to Freya's problems.