My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1792

By the time they arrived home, the night was almost over. Perhaps because Jefferson was beside her or she was just extremely tired, Adrienne fell asleep within two minutes after her head hit the pillow.

However, Jefferson, who lay next to Adrienne, was not sleepy at all. He looked at her worn out face as he thought about the events that night.

After the incident with Adrienne, he was sure that the recording of the two drug dealers was deliberately placed there for him to overhear. It must be their way of intimidating him while he did his job in Chatterton Town.

As long as they could do their 'business' undisturbed, then naturally they would not go after him. Otherwise...

"Bunch of *ssholes! I'm not threatened by you lot of good-for-nothings!" Jefferson had never been afraid of anything in his life. No matter what he did, he only cared about his own happiness and never cared about other people's feelings. Adrienne was his only exception.

All of Jefferson's friends knew that Adrienne was his soft spot. Except for himself, no one else was able to touch her.

But, this 'soft spot' had no idea how important she was to Jefferson, nor did she know how much danger they were in.

Jefferson felt like Adrienne must have been a pig in her past life as all she knew was how to eat and drink.

It wasn't that he wanted to nag at her.

"Just look at her, it took her 5 seconds to fall into such a deep sleep. She's probably already forgotten everything that happened just now," he thought.

All of a sudden, Jefferson felt like it was better to be stupid. After all, ignorance was bliss.

"You idiot, if I hadn't protected you, you would have been gobbled up by now!" He poked her forehead and pulled on the quilt to cover her up. Then, he went to the study alone and turned on his computer. He clicked on a protected file and started reading it.

He had read the document countless times but he still could not find the loophole...

There was no such thing as a perfect crime in this world... Furthermore, the murder of Adrienne's parents was nowhere close to

perfect, yet for some reason, the murderer could not be found.

That night, although it had been raining heavily, the sound insulation of the wooden cabin at the resort wasn't all that good to begin with. Two grown adults were slaughtered but the guests next door heard nothing at all. Something seemed fishy no matter how Jefferson looked at it.

He carefully looked through the files again, but still could not find any useful leads.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. "I want everything you have on the Winey Farm and Liley Park cases before 10 a.m. today."

After he said what he wanted to, he hung up the phone regardless of whether the other party had heard it or not.

The case had actually already been closed. The Liley Park victim was the culprit that committed the crime in Winey Farm. The evidence seemed simple enough but Jefferson felt like something was off.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly what was off. That was why he was flipping through the cases. If there was a problem, he would definitely be able to find it.

After sleeping for about three hours, the sun started to rise. Adrienne had no choice but to force herself to get up and rush to work. When she woke up, Jefferson was still fast asleep.

They barely slept the night before. She was up but he was still sleeping like a log. She felt like it was unfair, therefore she kicked him in the butt. "You lazy bum, if you sleep any more you'll really turn into a pig."

"Little Specky, do you have a f*cking death wish?" Jefferson shouted in an irritable voice, which scared Adrienne so much that she quickly ran away. Wasn't he asleep? How did he know that she kicked him?

Adrienne thought that since Jefferson liked her, she would be able to take more control over him. However, it didn't seem like it at all. She was still the one being bullied.

Adrienne went to work feeling irritated by Jefferson. As soon as she got out of the car, she received a phone call. She was very familiar with the person calling as it was Jefferson's father, Albert.

Adrienne had known Albert for many years, but since they rarely had any direct contact, they had never called each other before. This was the first time this had ever happened from what Adrienne could remember.

Albert asked to meet her at a cafe opposite the Paramount Criminal Police Team's building. Since he asked, Adrienne politely accepted. She called Zelson and asked him for an hour off work.

Albert hadn't mentioned anything over the phone, hence Adrienne didn't ask either. After her break was approved, she trotted all the way to get to the cafe.

It had been two years since Adrienne had worked in this area, and yet this was the first time she had realized that there was actually such a nice cafe near her detachment.

As soon as she entered the cafe, someone led her to a small and exquisite private room. Sitting at the table was Albert, who was dressed in a neat suit. He was very focused on brewing the tea in front of him. Before Adrienne could say anything, he spoke first. "Ah, Adrienne, you're here. Take a seat."

"Mr. Albert, you asked for me?" From what Adrienne recalled, Albert was a quiet man, unlike Jefferson. The two of them didn't seem like father and son at all. Previously whenever she met Albert, it was always with other people around. Thus, they mostly just made small talk. She had no idea why he would suddenly want to meet her alone.

"Take a seat first." Albert pointed to the seat opposite him. After he finished pouring his tea, he looked up and said, "Do you usually enjoy tea?"

Adrienne replied politely, "Sometimes."

Albert handed her a cup of tea and said, "Have a cup of tea first, then we can talk."

"Mr. Albert, you could have just told me what you wanted to speak about over the phone. There's no need for you to come all the way here." Their meeting was too formal and too secretive, which made Adrienne a little nervous.

The only link between them was Jefferson.

Did Mr. Albert want to talk to her about Jefferson?

But she doubted Albert was that bored.

Then, Adrienne picked up the cup and took a sip. Albert was very obviously staring at her. She wondered if he was looking at her glasses, or perhaps he was judging the way she drank her tea.

Just as Adrienne's heart was starting to race, Albert said, "Adrienne, Madam Yard and I have watched you grow up since you were a child. We both know how amazing you are."

Albert spoke at a slow pace with excellent enunciation, somewhat like a president giving a speech. "Especially Madam Yard, she has long regarded you as our own daughter. When you went to school, she helped you arrange your education. Two years ago, because of your parents' accident, she helped you out a lot as well. Recently, she has even been going around asking people to introduce a fine man to you."

Adrienne was stunned. "Excuse me?"

"Didn't Jefferson tell his parents that we're married?" she wondered.

Why would Madam Yard ask someone else to help find a boyfriend for Adrienne?

By the time they arrived home, the night was almost over. Perhaps because Jefferson was beside her or she was just extremely tired, Adrienne fell asleep within two minutes after her head hit the pillow.

However, Jefferson, who lay next to Adrienne, was not sleepy at all. He looked at her worn out face as he thought about the events that night.

After the incident with Adrienne, he was sure that the recording of the two drug dealers was deliberately placed there for him to overhear. It must be their way of intimidating him while he did his job in Chatterton Town.

As long as they could do their 'business' undisturbed, then naturally they would not go after him. Otherwise...

"Bunch of *ssholes! I'm not threatened by you lot of good-for-nothings!" Jefferson had never been afraid of anything in his life. No matter what he did, he only cared about his own happiness and never cared about other people's feelings. Adrienne was his only exception.

All of Jefferson's friends knew that Adrienne was his soft spot. Except for himself, no one else was able to touch her.

But, this 'soft spot' had no idea how important she was to Jefferson, nor did she know how much danger they were in.

Jefferson felt like Adrienne must have been a pig in her past life as all she knew was how to eat and drink.

It wasn't that he wanted to nag at her.

"Just look at her, it took her 5 seconds to fall into such a deep sleep. She's probably already forgotten everything that happened just now," he thought.

All of a sudden, Jefferson felt like it was better to be stupid. After all, ignorance was bliss.

"You idiot, if I hadn't protected you, you would have been gobbled up by now!" He poked her forehead and pulled on the quilt to cover her up. Then, he went to the study alone and turned on his computer. He clicked on a protected file and started reading it.

He had read the document countless times but he still could not find the loophole...

There was no such thing as a perfect crime in this world... Furthermore, the murder of Adrienne's parents was nowhere close to perfect, yet for some reason, the murderer could not be found.

That night, although it had been raining heavily, the sound insulation of the wooden cabin at the resort wasn't all that good to begin with. Two grown adults were slaughtered but the guests next

door heard nothing at all. Something seemed fishy no matter how Jefferson looked at it.

He carefully looked through the files again, but still could not find any useful leads.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. "I want everything you have on the Winey Farm and Liley Park cases before 10 a.m. today."

After he said what he wanted to, he hung up the phone regardless of whether the other party had heard it or not.

The case had actually already been closed. The Liley Park victim was the culprit that committed the crime in Winey Farm. The evidence seemed simple enough but Jefferson felt like something was off.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly what was off. That was why he was flipping through the cases. If there was a problem, he would definitely be able to find it.

After sleeping for about three hours, the sun started to rise. Adrienne had no choice but to force herself to get up and rush to work. When she woke up, Jefferson was still fast asleep.

They barely slept the night before. She was up but he was still sleeping like a log. She felt like it was unfair, therefore she kicked him in the butt. "You lazy bum, if you sleep any more you'll really turn into a pig."

"Little Specky, do you have a f*cking death wish?" Jefferson shouted in an irritable voice, which scared Adrienne so much that she quickly ran away. Wasn't he asleep? How did he know that she kicked him?

Adrienne thought that since Jefferson liked her, she would be able to take more control over him. However, it didn't seem like it at all. She was still the one being bullied.

Adrienne went to work feeling irritated by Jefferson. As soon as she got out of the car, she received a phone call. She was very familiar with the person calling as it was Jefferson's father, Albert.

Adrienne had known Albert for many years, but since they rarely had any direct contact, they had never called each other before. This was the first time this had ever happened from what Adrienne could remember.

Albert asked to meet her at a cafe opposite the Paramount Criminal Police Team's building. Since he asked, Adrienne politely accepted. She called Zelson and asked him for an hour off work.

Albert hadn't mentioned anything over the phone, hence Adrienne didn't ask either. After her break was approved, she trotted all the way to get to the cafe.

It had been two years since Adrienne had worked in this area, and yet this was the first time she had realized that there was actually such a nice cafe near her detachment.

As soon as she entered the cafe, someone led her to a small and exquisite private room. Sitting at the table was Albert, who was dressed in a neat suit. He was very focused on brewing the tea in front of him. Before Adrienne could say anything, he spoke first. "Ah, Adrienne, you're here. Take a seat."

"Mr. Albert, you asked for me?" From what Adrienne recalled, Albert was a quiet man, unlike Jefferson. The two of them didn't seem like father and son at all. Previously whenever she met Albert, it was always with other people around. Thus, they mostly just made small talk. She had no idea why he would suddenly want to meet her alone.

"Take a seat first." Albert pointed to the seat opposite him. After he finished pouring his tea, he looked up and said, "Do you usually enjoy tea?"

Adrienne replied politely, "Sometimes."

Albert handed her a cup of tea and said, "Have a cup of tea first, then we can talk."

"Mr. Albert, you could have just told me what you wanted to speak about over the phone. There's no need for you to come all the way here." Their meeting was too formal and too secretive, which made Adrienne a little nervous.

The only link between them was Jefferson.

Did Mr. Albert want to talk to her about Jefferson?

But she doubted Albert was that bored.

Then, Adrienne picked up the cup and took a sip. Albert was very obviously staring at her. She wondered if he was looking at her glasses, or perhaps he was judging the way she drank her tea. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Just as Adrienne's heart was starting to race, Albert said, "Adrienne, Madam Yard and I have watched you grow up since you were a child. We both know how amazing you are."

Albert spoke at a slow pace with excellent enunciation, somewhat like a president giving a speech. "Especially Madam Yard, she has long regarded you as our own daughter. When you went to school, she helped you arrange your education. Two years ago, because of your parents' accident, she helped you out a lot as well. Recently, she has even been going around asking people to introduce a fine man to you."

Adrienne was stunned. "Excuse me?"

"Didn't Jefferson tell his parents that we're married?" she wondered.

Why would Madam Yard ask someone else to help find a boyfriend for Adrienne?