My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1952

"What happened to you? Are you sick? Let's go to the hospital."

Jefferson didn't feel disgusted. Instead, he was busy patting her back and giving her some mouthwash to rinse her mouth.

Adrienne vomited for so long that she was completely exhausted. She looked up weakly and assured, "Don't worry about me. I'm not sick. I just felt nauseated all of a sudden."

Jefferson squatted in front of her and rested her body against his. "Let's go to the hospital now."

"No. I don't want to go there. I just want to have a good rest." She was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes. She struggled to push him away but Jefferson grabbed onto her tightly as soon as she moved. "You're already in this state. Stop moving around."

"Barf..." Another wave of nausea engulfed her. Adrienne pushed Jefferson away with all her might, and immediately retched into the toilet bowl. Looking at her, Jefferson couldn't help but riddle with worry.

Adrienne had long emptied her stomach and only bile was coming out at that point. Jefferson couldn't sit around any longer so he quickly made a call to his doctor.

"Jefferson!" Adrienne slapped his phone away while he wasn't looking and roared at him as loud as she could. "I'm also a doctor. If I say I'm fine, then I'm fine. Did I not make myself clear, or do you just not understand me?"

"Adrienne, you..." Jefferson wanted to retort, but looking at her frail body, he couldn't bear to do so. No matter how hard she struggled, he still picked her up and insisted, "Well go to the hospital now."

"I don't want to go to the hospital, can't you hear me?" Adrienne shouted as she struggled. However, Jefferson was unbothered as he walked toward the door with steady steps.

Adrienne was so angry that she grabbed his arm and bit it hard. She wished she could just bite a chunk out of him.

It was as if he couldn't feel any pain, his steps were unwavering. Adrienne wanted to cry from the frustration, but she couldn't bear to bite him again. She sniffed and called out, "Jeff..."

Calling him by that name was the trump card that she would use against Jefferson in situations like this. As expected, that name halted Jefferson in his tracks.

She continued in a soft and slightly strangling voice, "Jeff, I know you're doing this for my own good. But please let me make my own choice, okay? Please don't take me to the hospital. I want to rest at home instead."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. Right then, Jefferson would have agreed even if she were to ask Jefferson to lay down his life for her, what more to a request just to stay home and rest?

Jefferson immediately turned around and walked back into the house. He took her back to the bedroom and coaxed, "Okay, let's get some rest, but if you're feeling unwell, you must tell me right away so that we can get treatment in time."

"Okay." She nodded and pulled up the quilt to cover herself.

After lying down, Jefferson held Adrienne in his arms and comforted her, "Little Specky, if you have anything to say to me, just say it. I'll listen to whatever you say."

"Okay." Adrienne answered softly. After a long pause, she murmured slowly, "I'm just an ordinary girl and I'm not as strong as I thought I was. Like any other human being, I'm afraid of many things. I'm afraid that when I step out into the world, everyone will look at me differently. I'm afraid that someone will point their fingers at me and say -Look, that's the daughter of the drug lord,

Stephen."