My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1966

It began raining heavily right after dinner.

Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof, Adrienne looked up at the ceiling in concern.

She wasn't sure if Jefferson had patched the roof up properly. If he hadn't, with such heavy rain, the house would be all waterlogged the next morning.

Noticing that Adrienne was looking at him with a doubtful expression, Jefferson was upset. He said, "Have some faith in my work, will you? You can call me your son if the roof leaks tonight."

"It's impossible for me to have a son that old." Hearing his nonsense, Adrienne burst into laughter.

"That's true!" Jefferson nodded and added, "You're such an idiot. How could you have a son as handsome and as smart as me, right?"

As Jefferson spoke, Adrienne instinctively stroked her lower abdomen, where a tiny, new life was growing.

Although Adrienne didn't know the gender of the child, she would love and educate that little life well. She would never let her child repeat her

mistakes.

If Adrienne had a choice, she wished for it to be a boy, one who looked like Jefferson and possessed his personality.

She hoped that the child would be strong and brave.

She also wanted him to be a person who could disregard whatever people had to say about him and be frank with his feelings, just like Jefferson.

At that thought, it suddenly struck Adrienne that Jefferson actually had quite a lot of commendable qualities.

"Little Specky, stop daydreaming. I'll clean up now. You should go take a bath first," Jefferson urged. Adrienne snapped back into reality at his voice. She looked at him and asked, "Are you sure you want to wash the dishes?"

"Enough nonsense from you. Are you worried that I can't even wash some plates?" asked Jefferson, as he began gathering the dishes.

Adrienne replied, "I’m not worried that you can't wash them. I'm worried that you might break them."

The corners of Jefferson's mouth twitched a little. "Adrienne Carter!"

Adrienne quickly raised her hand in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, take your time with cleaning up.

I'll go and take a shower first."

Since they were in the countryside, the facilities there were not as good as those they had in the city.

The bedroom was on the second floor, and the only bathroom was on the first floor. If Adrienne wanted to take a bath, she had to go upstairs to get her clothes and then go back down to shower.

She did so fairly quickly. By the time she went down with her clothes in hand, Jefferson was still busy in the kitchen.

Adrienne sneakily peered around the corner to peep at Jefferson. She saw him moving about clumsily, and the dishes clanging against each other, which made Adrienne shudder at the sight.

"Jefferson, put them down if you can't do it. I'll take care of it later." The reality was that Jefferson was a rich, privileged heir. It was obviously hard for him to do chores like that, despite him trying his best.

As soon as she said that, she received a fierce look from Jefferson. Adrienne immediately slunk away, saying, "Mr. Hefner, you do you. Just pretend I said nothing, yeah?"

Adrienne was worried that Jefferson might destroy her kitchen while she was in the shower.

However, she felt a little cold when she stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, so she decided not to check on Jefferson in the kitchen.

Adrienne went upstairs in a hurry and put on a cardigan. Then, she got out the hair-dryer and was about to dry her hair.

As she was going to turn it on, Jefferson took the hair-dryer from her, and his voice tickled her ear. "I'll do it for you."

He had helped her dry her hair before, but Adrienne wasn't used to it. She insisted, "I can do it by myself."

Needless to say, Jefferson's response was, "I said, I'll help you with it. Did I ask for your opinion?"

Adrienne kept silent.