My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1806

"I'm here." As soon as Adrienne started having a nightmare, Jefferson held her in his arms and comforted her over and over again, "Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare."

Jefferson knew that Adrienne liked to act tough during the day, but she was actually terrified on the inside. This case was making her relive the scene of her parents' murder.

How could she not be afraid? Besides being by her side, he could not do anything else to help her.

He wished he was stronger, so strong that he could shield her from everything and keep her under his protection.

"Was it really just a dream?" Adrienne wondered. Why was the dream so real? It was so real that she could smell the chilling scent of fresh blood as if the murderer had just committed a crime before her.

"Little Specky, I know the case yesterday was also about dismembered bodies, but you have to know that they're not your parents. The murderer may not be the same person." Jefferson held her tighter and rubbed her forehead. He rested his chin on her head and added, "What you can do now is to try your best to find some clues and don't let yourself get stuck in this rut. Do you understand?"

"Is it really a different person?" If it wasn't the same person, why would the murderer use the corpses to spell the word 'kill' on the floor? It was just like from two years ago, although that scene was never revealed to the public. Even Adrienne herself discovered it accidentally when she was looking through some files. There was no way these two cases were a mere coincidence.

There were many things Adrienne could not figure out. She believed that Jefferson knew more than her. However, he refused to tell her all the details.

The reason why he refused to tell her must be different than Albert. Albert wanted to threaten her with the information, but Jefferson was trying to protect her from it... Jefferson had no idea that what Adrienne wanted the most was the truth. She was willing to give up her life for it.

"It's too early to draw a conclusion now. Let's wait until the truth comes out." Jefferson twisted his body to one side and picked up a cup of warm water on the bedside table. "Drink some water and go back to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep." Adrienne was afraid that if she fell asleep, she would have another terrible nightmare. She didn't think that she would be able to stand the repeats of those nightmares.

"It's okay if you can't sleep. Come and chat with me," Jefferson offered. He let her use his arm as a pillow so that she could feel his strength. Her body warmth made Jefferson feel like she was properly nestled into his arms at that moment. He continued, "Except for the few of us who grew up together, do you remember anyone else who went to school with you?"

"Anyone else?" Adrienne tried to recall her primary school days. The six years in primary school was the most innocent time of her life. However, because she was too young, she didn't remember much. There was someone who remained clear in her memory, though. "I still remember Zebra from our class."

Jefferson knew everything that had happened to Adrienne since young. In fact, he might remember her childhood better than herself. At the mention of Zebra, Jefferson immediately recalled, "The guy that had bad grades and always had snot coming out his nose? I remember his two-year-old brother played with his toy once and he beat his brother up."

"Yes, that's him." Adrienne couldn't help laughing when Zebra was mentioned. "He was ten years old in year 5, yet when his two-year-old brother played with his toy, he still beat him up. How funny."

"It is quite funny. Not only is his behavior funny, but his appearance is also funny." Jefferson had quite a deep impression of the boy. He always had snot hanging down his nose like two strands of spaghetti. All the kids would often make fun of him.

Adrienne asked again, "But I haven't seen him since I graduated from primary school. I wonder how he is now. Did he get better grades in middle school? Did he go to college?"

"Going to college is a good path in life, but it's not the only one. Even if he didn't get into college, he could have a wonderful life." The old Jefferson would never have said something like this. Perhaps recently, he had experienced and worried about too much that his words were a lot more toned down.

Adrienne sighed. "That's right. Everyone has a different path to take in life. Some people can grow old, but some might not see the light of day anymore just because of an accident."

This topic was a little depressing and Jefferson didn't want to go further. He changed the topic and questioned, "Zebra was from your primary school. Do you remember anyone else from high school?" "Yes." Adrienne remembered a male student in high school. She raised her head and looked at Jefferson curiously. "My senior high school classmate, Lester Ziglar, told me he wanted to pursue me to be his girlfriend. That afternoon, you beat him up. Was it because you already had a secret crush on me then?"