My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1849

"Freya, I've told you before." Adrienne hugged Freya's arms with both hands and said with a smile, "Jeff told me that he likes me. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do."

"Yes." Freya nodded. "I know that."

"So I thought, why not marry him?" Adrienne added, "Marrying a man you know well is much better than marrying a stranger."

After listening to Adrienne's words, Freya finally understood why Jefferson was upset. If she were in his shoes, and Adrienne wanted to marry him for this reason, she would feel distraught, too. "Adrienne, is that how you really feel?"

Adrienne asked in confusion, "Is there anything wrong with that, Freya?"

"You silly girl!" Freya couldn't help but poke Adrienne's forehead. "Don't you have any other feelings for Jefferson? You want to marry him, but do you like him even a tiny bit?"

"Other feelings? Do you mean whether I like him? I suppose I do." As long as he treated her well and didn't go crazy for no reason, she still felt very happy and safe. That must be what Freya meant by like¹.

"Adrienne, let me correct myself. Do you love him?" Freya looked at Adrienne and added slowly, "Do you want to marry him because you love him?"

"Do I want to marry him because I love him? I'm not sure." Adrienne couldn't really explain it. She relied on Jefferson and was used to having him around. She felt uneasy sometimes when he wasn't around.

As for what it was like to love someone, she had never seriously thought about it, nor had she loved anyone romantically before.

But if she had to choose someone to love for the rest of her life, she felt like Jefferson was a good choice. She would try her best to love him. After all, he was willing to give up his life for her.

"Adrienne, keep this between us, okay? Don't tell Jefferson." Freya patted her on the shoulder. "When you get back, you should think properly about how you feel about him."

"Freya, let's leave this behind and eat first." Adrienne rubbed her stomach and whined, "I haven't eaten the whole day. My stomach is rumbling, and I just want to eat more of your food here." "Alright, you can head back in first. I will ask them to serve the food," Freya said as they both turned around. Unexpectedly, they were met with the sight of Jefferson. He was leaning against the wall, his deep gaze fixated on Adrienne.

From his expression, Freya could tell that he had overheard their conversation. She suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt. "Jefferson, I..."

"Everyone is waiting. Ask them to serve the food," Jefferson interrupted Freya and said with a flat tone. He then went back into the private room and did not look at Adrienne again.

Just as Adrienne was about to go in, Freya stopped her. "Adrienne, Jefferson just heard our conversation."

"I know," Adrienne said matter-of-factly.

Freya held her aching head. "You know... and you're not worried at all?"

Adrienne was dumbfounded once again. "Why should I be worried?"

"Aren't you worried that Jefferson will be angry?"