My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1733

Adrienne packed her stuff and got off work. At the entrance of the parking lot, she ran into Zelson who was dressed in a suit. It seemed that he was waiting for her there. "Mr. Zelson, is there anything else?"

Zelson's eyes fell on her. "I noticed that you were a little out of it at work today. Is something going on?"

Adrienne wanted to deny it, but when she saw Zelson's sincere eyes, she felt too guilty to lie. "It was a private matter, but it's all over now."

Zelson did not press for more details. "The rest of the case has to wait until the police recover the missing heads of the two corpses. There's nothing to do at the forensic department tomorrow. You can rest at home for a day."

"Mr. Zelson, you show up every day to work regardless. I'm just an insignificant employee. I don't need to rest. Don't underestimate me just because I'm a small fry. Actually, I'm pretty strong. There's no need for me to rest."

"You don't have to act tough. I can tell you're going through something. Just take the time off at home to recuperate."

Adrienne scratched her head embarrassedly. "Mr. Zelson, I really don't need to. I'm fine."

Actually, if a person were to be tortured by Jefferson every day, no matter how mentally strong they were, they would break down. However, this was a personal matter, Adrienne did not want to bring it up in front of others.

Zelson did not say anything and walked to the parking lot first. His car was very close to the elevator. He said, "Get in my car. I'll send you home."

Zelson didn't like to talk much, which made people feel like he was a cold and indifferent man. His sudden invitation to drive Adrienne home made her feel touched. "Mr. Zelson, I don't want to trouble you."

Zelson added, "So many things have happened lately. It's already late at night, it's unsafe for a girl like you to go home alone." "You know it's not safe for a girl to go home alone, and yet you insist on sending her back. What are you trying to do?" A deep male voice suddenly came from the side. Zelson didn't recognise the voice, but Adrienne couldn't be any more familiar with it.

She looked up and saw that it was indeed Jefferson.

He was leaning against the wall with his legs crossed. In his hand was a cigarette. His expression was as annoying as he could be.

Adrienne didn't want to talk to him. So, she pretended that she didn't know him. She turned around and was about to get into Zelson's car. Suddenly, Jefferson's threatening voice rang, "Adrienne, if you take another step further, I will break your legs."

Zelson was standing at the side. Adrienne didn't want him to regard her as a coward. She gritted her teeth and threw caution to the wind. However, as soon as she lifted her foot, Jefferson rushed to her to catch her.

Adrienne felt a gust of wind and before she knew it, Jefferson had already placed her over his shoulder. She was so mad that she wanted to scold him, but for some reason, she couldn't find the appropriate words.

She could only watch as Jefferson stuffed her into his flashy car as though she was some kind of ornament.

Why did she say that his car was too flashy?

Few men liked to drive bright red cars after all. However, Jefferson adored it as if he had to be ostentatious to show that he was well-off.

It was not until the car had already sped off that Adrienne said, "What are you doing?"

Jefferson did not say a word.

Adrienne asked again, "You were the one who asked me to get out of your sight and never to show up in front of you again. Yet, now you've come to look for me. Are you going back on your own words?"

"Pfft... If I hadn't come to find you, would you have left with another man?" Jefferson questioned as he turned his head to the side and looked at her coldly.

First of all, she had never planned to accept Zelson's offer. Even if she did, what was wrong with getting into a colleague's car?

Adrienne stayed silent. This made Jefferson even more furious. "Adrienne, will you only be satisfied when I eventually die from fury?"

Adrienne was at a loss for words.

She felt wronged.

When did she ever annoy him?