My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1904

Seeing that Jefferson's tensed jaw had relaxed a little, Adrienne knew that he was no longer as mad at her. She hurriedly added, "I mean, if it's really as you said, that he's really interested in me, I'll just ask someone else for help and not contact him privately."

"Well, fingers crossed that you'll keep to your word." Jefferson's voice still sounded flat, but Adrienne knew that his anger had very well dissolved.

In order to make him believe that she wasn't joking around, Adrienne was one step away from raising her hand and making an oath. "I will definitely do as I've promised."

"Well, at least you still care about what I think." Jefferson was no longer angry, he was even smiling a little. With that, Adrienne knew that his anger had completely dissipated, so she leaned on his chest once again and rubbed against it tenderly. "Geez, you're my husband. If I don't care about you, who else can I care about?"

The word "husband" had successfully stroked Jefferson's pleasure. Increasing the force on his arm, he pressed Adrienne's head against his chest, saying, "Uh- huh, good job, this is the awareness you should have."

Adrienne chuckled and raised her head to give him a quick peck on his Adam's apple.

That kiss froze Jefferson for a moment before he felt blood rushing through his body.

However, Adrienne did not know what kind of trouble she had whipped up. She genuinely felt that her Jeff was not intimidating at all.

Courtesy of the fact that no matter how awful his mood was, as long as she gave in and said a few nice words, he would always forgive her.

But she probably didn't know that the kiss was the bringer of catastrophe.

Ding...

When the door of the elevator opened, Jefferson stepped out with Adrienne in his arms. He opened the door and entered their house so quickly that before Adrienne could react, she was already pressed against the door, and he had already ambushed her with his hot lips.

After that, Adrienne did not know how they got to the bedroom and onto the bed, nor did she know when she had started to cry and beg him for mercy.

There was only one voice in her mind. She wanted to take her thoughts back, the one before they had entered their house. Nope, her Jeff wasn't good at all, for even though she was begging him while crying, he still didn't want to let her go.

Boohoo...

She felt that she was pitiful. She was so scared of the unfamiliar and wild experience. She even thought that she would die before she was able to find her parents' murderer.

After an indefinite period of time, perhaps even a whole century had gone by, Adrienne felt that the storm had finally stopped.

Then, she, who was the center of the storm, was like a sapling that had just been baptized in the rain. She was on the brink of death and could die at any moment.

She was too tired to open her eyes, but her senses were extremely sensitive at the moment. She could feel that Jefferson was staring at her.

Even more so, she did not dare to open her eyes.

All of a sudden, Jefferson laughed. He asked with his low and magnetic voice, which was seductive beyond words, "So, did you like it?"

Did she like it?

How could he ask her that question?

She was almost tortured to death by him, how could she like it?

Despite herself, she nodded honestly.

She used her actions to tell him that she actually liked it.

"An honest baby will get rewarded," Jefferson said. It was not difficult to sense the joy and satisfaction in his voice.

Adrienne suddenly felt that the source of warmth beside her was dissipating, and she didn't know why she started to fear all of a sudden. She couldn't help but reach out for him, gluing herself to his body. "Jeff, Jeff..."

She didn't need to say anything else. She only needed to mutter the specific name that only she could call out to, and it would immediately stir Jefferson up. He really wanted to go for another round, but he knew that she would not be able to stand it anymore, so he gently grabbed her hand and replied, "It still hurts, isn't it?"

Adrienne understood where Jefferson meant in an instant. Her face quickly turned beet red as she whispered, "Yeah."

"Since it hurts, then don't get me excited again." Jefferson removed her hand, pushed her away from his arms, and quickly got out of bed.