My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1915

However, the more Jefferson spoke, the harder Adrienne cried. She cried so hard that her body heaved from the sobbing. It was only then that she said with a strangling voice, "I don't know what has gotten into me. I just felt like crying all of a sudden."

Jefferson fell silent.

That little fool didn't even know why she was crying. What was he to do, then?

Adrienne wiped away her tears. "Don't worry about me. I'll probably be fine after a while. The more you act concerned, the more I feel like crying."

Some people were like that sometimes. They would be fine initially but after someone showed them concern, it would touch a soft spot in their heart and cause their tears to fall uncontrollably.

"Then cry on. But don't cry for too long." Jefferson really wanted to give her some space, but it was like his feet were rooted to the spot. Adrienne was crying so hard that it was about to shatter his heart of steel. How could he leave her be?

Jefferson wiped away the tears from the corners of Adrienne's eyes tenderly as he said, "Little

Specky, can you cry a little more beautifully? Look at how ugly you are right now."

Upon hearing what Jefferson had said, Adrienne immediately raised her head and brushed her tears away forcefully. She said, "Jefferson, are you complaining about my looks now? Mind you, you were the one who willingly married me. No matter how ugly I become in the future, you're not allowed to say anything about it."

"Well, I can't say for sure," Jefferson said, looking at her putting on a fierce act with her teary face. He was distressed, but he felt the urge to laugh at the same time. "If you continue crying, you might become even uglier, and I might just end up regretting marrying you and dump you."

"I dare you!" Adrienne pinched him forcefully. His muscles were hard as steel, so much so that her fingers were hurting. At that time, Adrienne had already stopped crying when she suddenly stood up and said, "Then get out of here and look for another woman. You're not allowed inside the room tonight."

"You want me to look for another woman just because you told me to? I won't." Jefferson retorted as he got up from his seat.

Adrienne asked, "Didn't you get sick of me because I'm ugly?"

"But you're delicious." Jefferson replied.

Adrienne lashed back, "I'm not a meal."

"Yes, you are," Jefferson quipped back.

"Go away. Don't joke around in front of me. Just looking at you annoys me." Adrienne turned around, walked into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

"Ah..." Jefferson screeched loudly.

Upon hearing that, Adrienne was so spooked that she immediately opened the door. "What's wrong? Was your hand wedged in the doorway?"

"It hurts!" Jefferson held onto his fingertips and nodded hard. "It hurts so much."

"I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose." The thought of hurting him never crossed Adrienne's mind. Seeing him injured distressed her more than being injured herself. "Come with me. I'll put some ointment on it for you. Otherwise, your fingers are going to swell badly."

"There's no need for that. You can just blow it for me." When they were young, Jefferson had used that very method to deceive Adrienne.

At that time, Adrienne was still young. She obediently went along with everything he said. If he wanted her to blow on his injury, she would.

Jefferson was still playing the same old trick on her even then, but Adrienne was no longer the naive little girl of the past. She soon understood that she was being deceived by him yet again.

All of a sudden, her eyes reddened and her nose tingled. Tears fell from her eyes once more. "Jefferson, how old are you? Can you stop being so childish?"

Jefferson was speechless.

He was just teasing her. Why was she crying again?

He had often heard in the past that women would cry without reason, but he never believed that. That day was the day he became a believer.