My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1938

Sierra told Jefferson everything she saw and heard the night before.

"Jeff, I'm not kidding but I really thought that I saw a light shining on Adrienne when she refused to sign the papers; she was shining brilliantly and she had a determined look in her eyes. She really isn't the little girl we thought she was anymore. She's grown up now; she knows what she wants and what she's doing. If you really end up in some sort of sticky situation, I'm sure she'd want you to tell her so that you two could shoulder the burden together. It would be better than you hiding everything from her."

Jefferson had heard all that from Adrienne before, but he didn't think too much about it. He had always felt like he was making the right choice for her, but now it seemed like he might have been mistaken.

Jefferson got up and said, "Sierra, thank you for telling me this. I know what I should do now."

"Yes," Sierra replied as she nodded with satisfaction. "You've matured quite a bit yourself, Jeff." "Sierra, I won't be able to have dinner with you tonight but Adrienne and I will treat you to a meal tomorrow," said Jefferson as he walked out.

"Sounds good. You go do you." Sierra smiled.

She never intended to actually have dinner with Jefferson anyway. She just wanted someone to talk to.

Sierra looked out of the window. On the street outside, people were coming and going, and the traffic was endless. Everyone seemed to have a clear direction as to where they were going, but she herself felt lost.

It was easy to give advice to others, but taking her own advice was hard. Even though Sierra knew she would never be able to see the light she wanted in the darkness ahead, she still insisted on going forward.

Even if it devastated her, it was her own choice.

From the restaurant, Jefferson drove straight back to his parents' house.

Britney was elated to see him, but her gaze kept darting behind him. She asked, "Rascal, did you come alone? Where is Adrienne? Why didn't you bring her with you?"

"Mom, where's Dad?" When addressing his mother, Jefferson still showed Albert his due respect and acknowledged him as his father.

Otherwise, he would have just called Albert by his name.

"Your father is in the study. I think he's busy with work." Britney pointed to the second floor with a smile. Noticing the strange look on Jefferson's face, she piped up again, "You came all the way here just to see him? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, everything's fine." As he spoke, Jefferson was already on his way up the stairs.

Jefferson arrived at the study. He didn't bother to knock as he pushed the door open right away and went in. Then, he locked the door from the inside and strode to Albert's desk. In a stern tone, he asked, "Albert, haven't I made myself clear enough?"

Albert raised his head slowly, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose gently. "I'm your elder, yet not only did you not knock on my door before entering, you bombarded me with some nonsensical questions. Is that how you should behave?"

"You, talking about respect?" Jefferson sneered. "If you want my respect, you have to be worthy of it. You should reflect on what you've done so far."

"What have I done?" The moment Jefferson stepped through the door, Albert had already known the reason he was here, but he didn't plan on being upfront about it.

In contrast, Jefferson did not beat around the bush. "You know what you gave Adrienne last night."