My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1881

On their way home, Jefferson drove slowly and steadily because Adrienne had fallen asleep. He wanted Adrienne to have a good sleep and catch back on all the sleep that she had lost.

When the car arrived at the parking lot, Jefferson's cell phone suddenly rang. He immediately answered the phone and whispered, "My Queen, is there anything I can do for you?"

Britney's explosive voice sounded from the phone, "You little brat, what are you doing these days? Why didn't you guys eat the food I sent you yesterday? If you think that they're not delicious, you should have told me earlier. I'm not that free to send you guys food now and then."

The night before, they received a new case before they got off work. They weren't able to go home for a day and a night. Hence, they couldn't eat what Britney had prepared for them. However, Britney didn't know that so she called to question them.

Jefferson did not intend to explain, either. He said softly, "My Queen, my baby is asleep now. Let's talk later, okay? I don't want to wake her up."

My baby?

Britney was stunned at first but realized who Jefferson was talking about. She immediately laughed and commented, "Adrienne is asleep? Alright, lower the volume of your cell phone so that you don't wake her up."

Was there a need for her to say that?

Jefferson rolled his eyes, but did not dare to say it out loud.

Britney, at the other end of the phone, changed her attitude greatly. She added, "Jefferson, I've brought you both food again. I've put them on the dining table. You two can eat them immediately after getting home. Remember to ask Adrienne to eat more and gain more weight. She's so thin. I just can't help but worry whenever I see her."

"Alright," Jefferson replied softly.

In fact, that was what Jefferson wanted, too. But Adrienne was born with a fast metabolism. No matter how much she ate, she just couldn't gain any weight. He was nothing he could either.

Britney was worried that she might wake Adrienne up so she mumbled in a low voice, "I'll leave you two alone then. I'm heading home now."

Before Jefferson could say anything, Britney had already hung up the phone.

That was as expected of her!

Jefferson turned his head to the side and looked

at Adrienne, who was lying in the front passenger

seat, sleeping like a log.

He reached out to flick

her delicate and fair face and mocked, "You little idiot. You really are likable, huh? Even My Queen, a picky middle-aged woman, is so fond of you." "Stop it..." Adrienne raised her hand and slapped his hand away. Then, she turned over and continued to sleep.

"You!" To be honest, after Mr. and Mrs. Carter's death, Adrienne rarely had a good sleep and she would often be awakened by nightmares. It seemed that she was indeed overcome with fatigue that day to be able to fall asleep so soundly in the car.