My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1759

"It's no trouble at all. I'll get you a room now," the receptionist responded. At that moment, Adrienne was an angel in her eyes. When she received their IDs without any further argument, she was almost moved to tears.

The receptionist commenced the registration swiftly. Upon receipt of the payment, she made preparations and handed over two access cards to them. "Dear customers, your room number is 8818. You may take the elevator on the left to the eighth floor."

Jefferson still looked indifferent, while Adrienne took their IDs and access cards, saying, "Thank you!" "Give me a deluxe single room." After the receptionist watched Jefferson and Adrienne walk into the elevator, another man appeared in front of the counter when she turned around. To be more specific, it was a man who looked a little cold, yet handsome.

What sort of luck was this? The receptionist wondered. Would handsome men fall from the sky in stormy weather?

The receptionist had been scolded by Jefferson earlier on. She did not dare to stare at this new handsome stranger anymore, but said with a professional attitude, "Sir, please show me your identity card."

Zelson handed it over. The receptionist continued to ask, "Are you going to pay by cash or card?"

Zelson gave her his bank card and replied, "Credit card."

The receptionist finished the registration process quickly. Then, she handed him his identity card and an access card with both hands, saying, "Sir, your room number is 8816. You may take the elevator on the left to the eighth floor. Have a pleasant stay."

"Thank you!" Zelson took the room card and nodded politely to her.

In Room 8818.

Adrienne swiped the access card. After that, Jefferson kicked the door open, carried her into the room, and kicked the door closed again. Lastly, he threw her onto the large bed in the room.

"Mr. Hefner, can't you be gentler?" Adrienne chided. Fortunately, the bed was soft. Otherwise, she thought that her body would break apart after being tossed around like cargo.

"Gentler? I haven't settled things with you yet. It's good enough that I didn't skin you alive, yet you still want me to be gentler?" Jefferson asked. He stood by the bed looking down at her.

"What's wrong with you now?" Adrienne asked. Wasn't he just a little nicer to her earlier on? Why did he change his attitude in a blink of an eye? Adrienne sighed. She knew that she couldn't expect too much from him.

"What's wrong with me now?" Jefferson questioned in return. Adrienne had no idea how worried he was when he found out that she had been caught up in a murder case. What if the murderer didn't escape and killed her too?

Yet, Adrienne was not aware in the slightest that she just had a brush with death not long ago. "Adrienne, do you want to die?" Jefferson asked.

Adrienne did not respond.

She didn't want to quarrel with him. Since she couldn't win at arguments with him, she could only avoid them.

Jefferson glared at her. "Do you know what you've done wrong?"

Adrienne answered, "Yes, I got it."

To Jefferson, no matter she was wrong or not, it would always be her fault in the end. This was not the first time this had happened. Adrienne thought that the smart move would be to admit that she was wrong.

From her gaze, Jefferson could tell that she was just glossing it over. Hence, he said, "Tell me about it."

Adrienne fell silent.

Jefferson put on a straight face and stared at her seriously. "Little idiot, listen to me carefully. You can't drive alone in the heavy rain or go out alone in the middle of the night in the future. Also, you can't act on your own if you get any more clues about your parents' death."

Adrienne nodded with each sentence. It was not until he mentioned her parents that she jumped up from the seat instantly and asked, "How do you know that I received clues about my parents' case?"

Jefferson ignored her question and continued, "Adrienne, I'm talking to you. Do you understand what I'm saying? Will you remember it?"