My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1965

Adrienne paused for a moment.

If she accepted everything that people gave her just because they liked her, wouldn't that be as though she was cheating on Jefferson?

Upon hearing what Jefferson said, Phoebe nodded happily. "That's right, Miss Carter. Your husband spoke my mind. I'm giving you gifts because I like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't bother to do that at all. Your husband is a good man. Plus, he's so handsome and such a sweettalker too."

Adrienne had nothing to say in reply.

Why did it feel like the ever dramatic and overbearing Jefferson had suddenly become everyone's favorite?

Although in a few more days, when they really got to know Jefferson's true colors, they would realize they were wrong about him.

They would understand that no matter how handsome he was, he was still infuriating at times.

Phoebe nagged on her a bit more before going home happily. Adrienne stood there with the basket in her hands, looking skywards at Jefferson.

"Adrienne, I told you to go in and wait, didn't you hear me?" Jefferson urged. Adrienne was such a frail woman. He was worried that she would catch a cold if she were to continue standing out there. Jefferson couldn't brain why couldn't she just think about things from his point of view.

"Why did I fall for a woman like this? I must be blind." Jefferson mused to himself.

In order to prevent her from freezing to death, Jefferson sped up his pace. Once the last piece of tile was in place, he scolded her discontentedly once again, "Little idiot!"

Adrienne ignored him. After all she could never win against him, be it verbally or physically. She would always end up on the losing end, so she decided to not waste her breath on him.

But when Adrienne saw him descending, she quickly went up to steady the ladder. "Jefferson, slow down."

Nonetheless, as usual, Jefferson paid no heed to her words and continued with his own pace.

The moment he stepped on the ground, Adrienne secretly let out a sigh of relief, and the cold grip around her heart finally loosened.

The man in front of her really could worry her half to death.

"Little idiot, what are you standing there for? Don't you want to go inside?" Jefferson picked up the ladder with one hand and held Adrienne's hand with the other.

When Jefferson touched her, he immediately got angry again. "You little idiot, your hands are icy cold and yet you refuse to go inside the house. What are you, a three-year-old child?"

Although Jefferson was cursing, he still gripped Adrienne's hands tightly, trying to warm her up.

Vexed, Adrienne wanted to withdraw her hand.

However, as soon as she moved, Jefferson shot her a look that was enough to send chills running down her spine at that instant. With that, she no longer struggled and followed him back into the house obediently.

Once they had gotten into the house, Jefferson went to the kitchen to make Adrienne a cup of hot chocolate. He told her, "Here, drink this. I don't want to be cuddling an icicle to sleep tonight."

Adrienne took over the mug and sipped on the hot chocolate. Soon, she felt warmer all over.

"Can't you drink a little faster? Even ants drink faster than you." Jefferson watched as Adrienne slowly drank the hot chocolate. At that rate, the drink would be cold by the time she was done with it. How was it supposed to warm her up?

Adrienne said inwardly, "Can't he just care about me in a nice way? Why does he have to speak in such an exasperating tone?"

Noticing that Adrienne had slowed down, Jefferson got frustrated once again. At that instant, he wished that he could just shove the whole drink down her throat. "I asked you to hurry up, didn't you hear me?"

Adrienne pouted, feeling a little wronged. "Mr. Hefner, would it kill you to go easier on me? You told me that you love me and that you missed me, but look at you, it doesn't seem the case at all."

"Who would love a little idiot like you?" retorted Jefferson on the spur of the moment.

Adrienne stopped talking. She looked up at him with teary eyes.

Her gaze made Jefferson's body go mush in an instant. He said, "I'm just worried that you'll catch a cold. I'm not scolding you. Listen to me and take good care of yourself, okay? I wouldn't need to be this harsh to you if you don't make me worry all the time."