My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1951

"If you had used a deadly drug, there would be no need for you to use a dagger anymore."

"If you had used a deadly drug, there would be no need for you to use a dagger anymore," Jefferson answered with a relaxed expression. Although he sounded certain, deep down, he was slightly panicking."

He was very clear about what kind of person Miss Ninetina was. He knew that she might appear at any moment but he hadn't told Adrienne.

He thought that he had made all the necessary preparations, and that he had everything under his control. He was confident that Ninetina would eventually fall into his hands, but he had failed to consider that even the slightest mistake could make Adrienne lose her life.

Jefferson stepped forward to help Adrienne up. He used his finger to feel her pulse. It was weak but stable, which meant that she was fine. It was only then he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Ninetina looked up and laughed. "Men are all the same. They gamble their women's lives for what they desire. Are you sure you really love her?" "Take her away," Jefferson instructed his subordinates. Then, he carried Adrienne tightly into his arms and apologized, "Little Specky, I'm sorry..."

However, he had no idea that in his arms, Adrienne was opening her eyes slowly.

The night was pitch black.

Adrienne had a long knife in her hand as she swung it at everyone in sight. She watched as more people fell onto the ground. Soon, she was surrounded by corpses, but she thought that it was not enough. She waved her knife around and screamed, "I will kill you, I'll kill all of you here..."

"No, no, no, I don't want to kill, I don't want to..." It was as if Adrienne had sobered up all of a sudden. She threw the long knife away and ran with all her might, trying to escape from the dark abyss. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get out of that place.

Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared before her, and the long knife that she had thrown away was in her hand once again. She raised her hand and hacked at the figure, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. She was so frightened that she dropped the knife and wanted to run again. However, it was as if someone was holding her down by her legs; she was unable to run.

"Adrienne, Sheridan's blood flows within you. You have violence in your bones. You belong with us. You do not belong to the light."

"No, no, no! Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to kill anyone! I don't want to! Don't force me..." Adrienne cried out.

"Little Specky! Little Specky! Wake up, wake up!" Jefferson's voice woke Adrienne from her dream, and her hands were clenched tight, as if she was still holding a knife.

She looked at Jefferson dazedly. She couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality, so she asked, "Did I kill someone?"

Jefferson patted her on the back and comforted her, "No, you didn't kill anyone. It's just a nightmare."

"Just a nightmare?" But why did it feel so surreal? It was as if she really had murdered those people.

Could it be that what Sheridan said was true? His blood flowed within her, and she had inherited his evil character. Was she really just like him, and that she might turn violent one day?

"Yes, it's just a dream. Everything's fine now that you're awake." Fortunately, Jefferson was there. His deep voice managed to yank her out of her dreams. She nuzzled into his arms and looked up at him. "Jefferson, what kind of person do you

think I am?"

With her in his embrace, Jefferson rubbed his chin against her forehead gently and teased, "You're a little idiot."

Adrienne headbutted his chest discontentedly and scolded, "I'm asking you a serious question. Don't give me a half-hearted answer."