My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1967

Adrienne threw the towel at his face and huffed, "Do what you want. If you don't dry yourself and catch a cold, it's your own fault. You're a full-grown man, I'm not going to take care of you."

"What a heartless woman!" Jefferson took away the towel which Adrienne had used to cover her face. "Since you don't want to dry me off, then don't. I will stay cold because no one will feel sorry for me even if I fall sick anyway."

"You..." Adrienne laughed out of frustration. "Are you a three-year-old child? Could you not be this childish?"

"Am I being childish? I'm sad because you don't care about me," replied Jefferson.

Adrienne really was powerless against him. She knew that if she didn't help him, he would really stay there in the cold. So, she gave in. "Turn around."

"What do you mean 'turn around'?" Jefferson reached out and pulled her into his arms. Then, he said arrogantly, "Adrienne, you've seen and touched every last inch of me. So why are you pretending like you've never seen me naked? You'd better stop that."

"Let go of me." Adrienne's face was pressed tightly to his chest, and she could hear his steady heartbeat. Immediately after, he picked her up by the waist.

Her body was suddenly hoisted into the air. Spooked, Adrienne instinctively reached out and hugged his neck. The distance between them closed and they could feel each other's breath on their skin.

"Jefferson, what are you doing?" While Adrienne was rattled, Jefferson set her down on the bed.

His imposing figure approached her. Seeing him getting closer to her, Adrienne closed her eyes out of instinct.

However, in the next second, a thought suddenly came to Adrienne's mind. She immediately reached out to stop him, saying, "Jefferson, no, absolutely not..."

"What's wrong?" Adrienne's sudden, firm resistance made Jefferson stop in his tracks. He looked at her and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, it's just that..." Adrienne hadn't figured out how to tell Jefferson about the baby. She was a little anxious at the moment; her face turned pale with fear.

She was still claiming there was nothing wrong despite the fact that her face was as pale as a sheet. That woman was about to drive him insane.

Jefferson stuffed her into the quilt and said discontentedly, "It's not like I'll devour you. Are you really that scared?"

Even then, he was harsh towards her. Adrienne's nose twitched and tears began welling up in her eyes. "Can you stop being so fierce to me?"

"Was I being fierce though?" Seeing her aggrieved and pitiful look, Jefferson couldn't help but soften his tone. "Little idiot, when have I ever done anything to hurt you?"

He had never done that, but she would feel anguish whenever he yelled at her, and the urge to cry welled up without her wishing it.

Jefferson caressed her head and sighed. "Have I ever forced you into it when you didn't want to? Let's just sleep then."

Adrienne sank into the quilt while Jefferson turned around to dry himself off. He casually wrapped a towel around himself and lay next to her. She wanted to inch away, but unexpectedly, the moment she did, Jefferson pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. He said again, "Let's sleep." "I can't sleep comfortably like this." Jefferson's muscles were firm and he was holding her that tightly. Adrienne couldn't sleep well in that position, but he refused to let go. Instead, he said, "I dare you to move again."

Adrienne kept quiet.

How could Jefferson think that he wasn't being fierce to her?

If that wasn't considered fierce, what was it then?

Adrienne didn't dare to move again and let him hold her. After a long time, as she was about to fall asleep, Jefferson's pleasant, but arrogant voice sounded above her head. "I haven't seen you in so long. Can't I just hug you?"