My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1846

The station wasn't located far from their home. They drove smoothly for about ten minutes or so. Since there weren't many cars on the road either, it only took them less than twenty minutes to arrive.

Adrienne parked the car and reminded Jefferson, "No matter what, Harold is your immediate superior. Be polite when you see him. Don't disrespect him."

He glanced at her and replied, "Since when is it your turn to tell me how to do things, little idiot?"

Adrienne said helplessly, "Mr. Hefner, I'm being serious. Don't ignore my advice. Every leader cares about ego, so give him his due respect."

Jefferson put one hand around her shoulder and said, "Just focus on taking care of yourself. I know how to deal with my own affairs. I don't need you butting in."

"Do you think I want to?"

"If you don't want to, then don't. If you worry too much, you'll age quicker. Then, I'll be annoyed." He pinched her nose and continued, "Go and wait for me at the cafe. I'll get right down to business."

Adrienne grabbed him and repeated, "Listen to what I'm telling you."

"Gail, please take good care of Dr. Carter." Jefferson grabbed a random employee and passed Adrienne to him. "Dr. Carter doesn't like drinking tea, so give her a glass of hot milk."

Adrienne had never told Jefferson any of her preferences, but he knew them all clearly. Adrienne felt a little touched.

She wanted to remind him to be more respectful to his superiors but swallowed her words. He had his way of doing things after all. He wouldn't be Jefferson if he would listen to her.

"I'll wait for you," she said.

"That's my girl," praised Jefferson as he nodded. After that, he turned around and walked to Harold Hammer's office.

"Harold, what on earth do you want to see me about?" Without asking Harold's secretary or even knocking on the door, Jefferson barged into his office. As soon as the door opened, he saw that there was another person in the office besides Harold. It was Quill, whom he had met several times before.

Jefferson hadn't expected Quill to be there, so he was quite surprised. However, he didn't show Harold much respect. He sat down brazenly on the sofa and crossed his legs. "Harold, does the reason you called me over have something to do with Sergeant Scott?"

"Jefferson, your leg is injured. You have to be more careful with it. Sitting cross- legged might tear your wound." Harold did not answer Jefferson's question and instead responded with concern.

As usual, Jefferson did not respond politely. "Oh, so you do know I'm injured then?"

"Yes, yes, it was my fault. I didn't call to check up on you. I apologize, okay?"