My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1905

In many cases, Adrienne had to hand it to Jefferson that he did possess superior qualifications compared to others. His family was powerful and he himself, talented and attractive. To tick off all these boxes was almost the will-o'-the-wisp.

Men who were excellent in all aspects were popular among girls. Eunice, who was obsessed with Jefferson, was just one of the many girls who admired him.

In the past during their students' days, from middle school to college, Jefferson would receive many love letters and incurred the envy of boys aplenty.

However, Jefferson, who was loved by many girls, had only Adrienne in his heart.

Like in the past, Adrienne still could not believe that was the case. Even if they were in an intimate relationship and she was lying on the bed they both shared, and that Jefferson was in the kitchen preparing a meal for her right then, she still felt as if she was dreaming. Everything felt unrealistic to her.

In fact, it wasn't all that unrealistic. She realized that Jefferson was in her heart right then. After falling in love with him, and recalling that he was very popular with women, Adrienne was flooded with a sense of crisis.

Where a hot stuff like Jefferson was concerned, there must be many women who wanted to hurl themselves at him. What if he was stolen away by some thieving cat one day when she was not paying attention?

Once that thought sprung up in her mind, it would be very difficult to get rid of it in a short period of time. That caused Adrienne, who was so exhausted that she felt like her bones were about to fall apart, to toss and turn on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

In particular was the incident regarding Freddy and Freya that had just happened. They used to be such a loving couple but they still ended up divorcing each other. It was as if they had nothing to do with each other anymore.

The more she brood over it, the more uneasy Adrienne became. She even imagined the scene of Jefferson holding onto a pregnant woman and stroking her belly, his eyes were gentle, which she had never seen before.

"Adrienne, it's all in your head." Adrienne patted her head and gathered herself. "Jefferson is not that kind of person. He'll never do you wrong."

However, there was another voice in her head, "Adrienne, are you stupid? You used to think that Freddy was not such a person too, but Io and behold, something like that still happened."

Adrienne was speechless.

F*ck!

In the end, it was because of her lack of confidence in their relationship that caused her imagination to run wild.

She told herself that she shouldn't think about it anymore. If she continued on, she was afraid that she might not even be able to give him the most basic of trust anymore.

After spending what seemed like an interminable time thinking about it, Adrienne still wasn't able to fall asleep. She was so angry that she wanted to scream.

Creak...

At that moment, the sound of the doorknob turning was heard. Adrienne thought that it was probably Jefferson so she quickly closed her eyes and laid straight, pretending that she had fallen

asleep.

Adrienne could feel Jefferson walking in with light steps before sitting on the edge of the bed.

He didn't speak or do anything. She guessed that Jefferson was just staring at her, and she started to panic as she couldn't figure out what he was staring at.

After a long while, Jefferson's low and pleasant voice sounded above her head, "Weren't you dog- tired? Why aren't you sleeping yet? Are you having a mental cul-de-sac?"

Adrienne had always thought that she was transparent in front of Jefferson. He would always see through her at a glance no matter what, leaving her no privacy at all.

Adrienne continued to shut her eyes and did not move nor did she reply to him as she intended to pretend to sleep to the end.

Jefferson's large palm fell on her forehead, and he gently caressed her as he said, "Little Specky, if you have anything bothering you, just spill it out. I might be able to help you solve it. You know that bottling everything in wouldn't be good for you, right?"

Adrienne wanted to tell him, but she didn't know where to start.

She couldn't possibly tell Jefferson that the reason she couldn't fall asleep was that she was worried other women would snatch him away from her, could she?

"If you don't want to tell me, then let me guess." Jefferson paused for a while before saying, "Is

your body still not feeling well?"

Adrienne pouted, but she did not answer.

"Getting tired after an intense workout is a normal thing. You'll feel energetic after waking up tomorrow if you have a good sleep," Jefferson said.

Adrienne was speechless.

Did he think that her stamina was as good as his?

Even though it was an activity that required two people to play the game, in the end, she was the only one who was exhausted while he could still walk around normally and even cook.

They were both human beings, but why was there such a huge difference?

She lamented in her heart.

She really was pitiful!

Jefferson got on the bed and held her in her arms. He said gently and patiently, "Since you don't want to talk about it, I won't guess anymore. You can tell me when you feel like it."

He was the cause of her bad mood, the one who caused her to overthink. He was the main culprit, but he had the decency to pretend to be the good guy. Adrienne pinched his waist and said, "Jefferson, I hate you." "Fine, fine, I'm the worst, okay?" Jefferson caressed her head, looked at her with a doting gaze and asked, "So, can you tell me why you hate me?"

"Because you're such an outstanding man, because you're a woman magnet, and because you..." Adrienne couldn't think of any more reasons, and she didn't want to reason with him anymore. "I just feel insecure, Jeff. When I thought that there might be a chance that you will be snatched away by another woman, I just got so sad that I can't even breathe right."

It turned out that she was thinking about an inconceivable situation. But didn't it prove that he had completely invaded her heart? Jefferson couldn't help laughing out loud and said, "My little idiot,

why don't you use your brain to think about it? Do you actually think that such a thing will ever happen?"

Adrienne pinched his waist and looked at him pitifully. "How can you laugh at me when I'm so sad. You b*stard. I really hate you."

She pinched him with all of her strength, but it was no different from a tickle to Jefferson.

Jefferson grabbed her hand and kissed it gently. "Okay, I'll stop laughing, but you should stop overthinking too, because what you're thinking about will never happen."

"What if it does happen?" Adrienne asked.

"There's no such thing as 'what if."

"Then let's make a pinkie promise," Adrienne replied.

"You're not a child anymore, why are you still being so childish?" Although he shunned her naive behavior, Jefferson still earnestly jutted out his pinkie and hooked it with Adrienne's. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Adrienne said, "You can't break the promise for 100 years."

"Alright, I won't break the promise for 100 years." Jefferson couldn't believe that his little idiot actually believed in such a childish game. Did she really think that she was still a three-year-old kid? However, whether Adrienne thought so or not, he was dead serious about it. "Now that we've made a pinkie promise, can you go to sleep now?"

"Well, I'll try to." Adrienne leaned into his arms and settled into a comfortable position. "You have to stay with me, you can't leave until I fall asleep."