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My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1963

Thanks to the villagers, Adrienne and Jefferson's dinner was settled.

Like Adrienne, Jefferson wasn't much of a cook but he didn't just sit around idly. He took the initiative to serve the food while saying, "Let's hurry up and eat so we can have an early night after dinner."

The sun had not even set and there were still many people out at the field yet Jefferson felt the obligation to urge her to go to bed early.

Adrienne rolled her eyes at him and did not say anything.

Jefferson could not care less, and kept on nagging at her, "Adrienne, do you know how long has it been since you left me?"

Jefferson emphasized, "20 days and 10 hours."

Even so, Adrienne was still giving him the cold shoulder.

"Do you know how I lived during that period of time? Those days felt like years," Jefferson added.

Adrienne glanced at him with her head tilted. It did not seem like he missed her at all.

If he missed her, it was probably only because he had no one else to bully when she wasn't around.

While talking, Jefferson held Adrienne in his arms and rubbed his chin on her head. He asked, "Little Specky, don't you miss me at all?"

Adrienne retorted coldly, "Take your hands off me."

"I haven't seen you for so long, can't I kiss or hold you? Are you asking me to be a monk?" asked Jefferson aggrievedly.

Adrienne sneered. "Eunice still likes you, doesn't she? You don't have to be a monk as long as you don't mind being with her, right?"

"Don't mention that woman to me." The mere mention of Eunice's name made Jefferson's blood boil. Even his gaze towards Adrienne turned stony, as if she was the one who provoked him.

"It's good that someone likes you but why aren't you happy about it?" Adrienne was elated with his reaction, but she didn't want him to notice the mild excitement she felt.

"I said not to talk about her, didn't you hear me?" said Jefferson, with a solemn look on his face.

Adrienne wanted to laugh at his morose face as she continued to tease him, "Why not? Did something happen between you two while I was gone?"

"Even looking at that woman makes my eyes sore." Upon receiving the news that Adrienne had disappeared, Eunice would bother Jefferson every single day. No matter how hard he tried, he just could not drive her away.

In the end, Jefferson ordered his men to dump her into a trash can in a public area out of anger, and it was only after that embarrassing debacle that she stopped harassing him.

To tell the truth, Jefferson wondered if there was something wrong with Eunice's brain. Everyone knew that he hated Eunice; he only had eyes for Adrienne. Yet, Eunice would follow him around like a dog. How disgusting.

Adrienne was just asking him about Eunice as a joke, but when she saw Jefferson's reaction, she started to feel a little uneasy at the thought that they actually might have done something behind her back while she was gone. She asked, "Did something really happen between you two?"

"What do you think?" Jefferson looked at Adrienne discontentedly. If she had not run away from home and given Eunice that window of opportunity, would he have had to go through such disgust?

When all was said and done, the one who caused that mess was that little idiot standing in front of him.

"Jefferson, you are my husband now. If you dare to do anything that would hurt me, I will make sure you..." Before Adrienne could finish her sentence, she suddenly realized that she was overreacting.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself. How could she be so upset just because of some assumption she had?

"You'll make sure I what?" Jefferson's temper dissolved in an instant. He looked at Adrienne with a smile. "You're finally admitting that I'm your husband, huh? I thought you'd forgotten that completely."

Ashamed, Adrienne said, "Go away."

"No, I refuse," Jefferson replied.

Adrienne gnashed her teeth in anger.

With a smirk on his handsome face, Jefferson went up to her and asked, "Little Specky, tell me, are you jealous?"

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