My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1965

Adrienne paused for a moment.

If she accepted everything that people gave her just because they liked her, wouldn't that be as though she was cheating on Jefferson?

Upon hearing what Jefferson said, Phoebe nodded happily. "That's right, Miss Carter. Your husband spoke my mind. I'm giving you gifts because I like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't bother to do that at all. Your husband is a good man. Plus, he's so handsome and such a sweettalker too."

Adrienne had nothing to say in reply.

Why did it feel like the ever dramatic and overbearing Jefferson had suddenly become everyone's favorite?

Although in a few more days, when they really got to know Jefferson's true colors, they would realize they were wrong about him.

They would understand that no matter how handsome he was, he was still infuriating at times.

Phoebe nagged on her a bit more before going home happily. Adrienne stood there with the basket in her hands, looking skywards at Jefferson.

"Adrienne, I told you to go in and wait, didn't you hear me?" Jefferson urged. Adrienne was such a frail woman. He was worried that she would catch a cold if she were to continue standing out there. Jefferson couldn't brain why couldn't she just think about things from his point of view.

"Why did I fall for a woman like this? I must be blind." Jefferson mused to himself.

In order to prevent her from freezing to death, Jefferson sped up his pace. Once the last piece of tile was in place, he scolded her discontentedly once again, "Little idiot!"

Adrienne ignored him. After all she could never win against him, be it verbally or physically. She would always end up on the losing end, so she decided to not waste her breath on him.

But when Adrienne saw him descending, she quickly went up to steady the ladder. "Jefferson, slow down."

Nonetheless, as usual, Jefferson paid no heed to her words and continued with his own pace.

The moment he stepped on the ground, Adrienne secretly let out a sigh of relief, and the cold grip around her heart finally loosened.

The man in front of her really could worry her half to death.

"Little idiot, what are you standing there for? Don't you want to go inside?" Jefferson picked up the ladder with one hand and held Adrienne's hand with the other.

When Jefferson touched her, he immediately got angry again. "You little idiot, your hands are icy cold and yet you refuse to go inside the house. What are you, a three-year-old child?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Although Jefferson was cursing, he still gripped Adrienne's hands tightly, trying to warm her up.

Vexed, Adrienne wanted to withdraw her hand.

However, as soon as she moved, Jefferson shot her a look that was enough to send chills running down her spine at that instant. With that, she no longer struggled and followed him back into the house obediently.

Once they had gotten into the house, Jefferson went to the kitchen to make Adrienne a cup of hot chocolate. He told her, "Here, drink this. I don't want to be cuddling an icicle to sleep tonight."

Adrienne took over the mug and sipped on the hot chocolate. Soon, she felt warmer all over.

"Can't you drink a little faster? Even ants drink faster than you." Jefferson watched as Adrienne slowly drank the hot chocolate. At that rate, the drink would be cold by the time she was done with it. How was it supposed to warm her up?

Adrienne said inwardly, "Can't he just care about me in a nice way? Why does he have to speak in such an exasperating tone?"

Noticing that Adrienne had slowed down, Jefferson got frustrated once again. At that instant, he wished that he could just shove the whole drink down her throat. "I asked you to hurry up, didn't you hear me?"

Adrienne pouted, feeling a little wronged. "Mr. Hefner, would it kill you to go easier on me? You told me that you love me and that you missed me, but look at you, it doesn't seem the case at all."

"Who would love a little idiot like you?" retorted Jefferson on the spur of the moment.

Adrienne stopped talking. She looked up at him with teary eyes.

Her gaze made Jefferson's body go mush in an instant. He said, "I'm just worried that you'll catch a cold. I'm not scolding you. Listen to me and take good care of yourself, okay? I wouldn't need to be this harsh to you if you don't make me worry all the time."

Adrienne fired back, "So you're that reluctant to care about me, huh? Fine, then go find someone else to worry about."

"Was that what I meant?" Since when did Adrienne get this unreasonable?

Jefferson hadn't seen her in only a little over two weeks, and she had become a hot-tempered and unreasonable woman.

Where did she get the guts to do that?

She really needed to be taught a lesson.

Adrienne roared, "You just said it yourself, but now you refuse to admit it?"

That was the first time Adrienne had ever raised her voice that loudly at Jefferson, which threw him for a loop.

That little idiot even dared to shout at him now, huh? She was clearly asking for it. Yet somehow, Jefferson felt happy about it deep down.

It seemed like Adrienne had managed to put the incident with Sheridan behind her, which was good news.

Before Jefferson found her, he was worried that she would be suppressing all her feelings and keeping it all to herself.

"Alright, alright, it's my fault. Don't you know that my heart only has room for you? I'd never look at any other woman no matter how beautiful they are." Since Adrienne had just managed to make it out of such a dark time, Jefferson decided to be more understanding towards her.

If he didn't back down and they did start arguing, what would he do if she started crying again?

The thing he feared the most was seeing tears fall down her face.

"Yes, it's your fault. You're not allowed to be that harsh to me from now on." Of course, Adrienne knew how to take advantage of the situation.

"Okay, I'll agree to whatever you say." Jefferson reached out to caress her head and softened his tone. "Will you finish the hot chocolate now?"

Just as Adrienne had finished the entire cup of hot chocolate, Jefferson began to prepare for dinner.

Jefferson was clumsy, but he tried his best at the very least. He did not allow Adrienne to help him. He said, "Honey, just sit down and eat. I'll take care of everything else." Soon, he brought out all the food and set it on the table.

Jefferson would usually call her little idiot or Little Specky. That was the first time he had called her 'honey'... Adrienne suddenly blushed and stammered, "Who are you calling honey?"

"Who else? You're the only woman in my life. You even took my virginity." Jefferson was calm, but Adrienne on the other hand was blushing like a tomato.

That man was indeed shameless in every sense of the word. Nonetheless, Adrienne asked with some suspicion, "So you didn't date anyone during those years you left Chatterton Town?"

Jefferson had disappeared from her life for several years. She doubted that he didn't have a girlfriend then.

"What do you think?" If he had dated another girl, would he have bothered to come back for that little idiot?

As expected, Adrienne was as slow as usual.

Adrienne sat at the table and said before stuffing her face, "Who knows?"

"Adrienne, I'm sure I'll get frustrated to death one day because of you." How could she not know?

Everyone knew that she was the only one in his heart, yet she dared to doubt him.

"People can say whatever they want, don't they?" Although that was what Adrienne said, deep down, she believed in him.

Other people might lie to her, but she knew that Jefferson would never.

"So you want me to prove how much I love you with my actions, right? Then eat quickly, and I'll prove it to you later," Jefferson replied.

He would definitely show her how much he loved her with the desires that he had been suppressing in his body for a long time