My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1803

Jefferson put the car key into Quill's hand and ordered, "Tell your men to drive my car back. I'll just squeeze into any one of your cars."

Although Jefferson mentioned 'any' car, he already had a specific target in mind. He walked to the car that Adrienne was in, then squeezed himself in between Adrienne and Zelson.

Even though Zelson and Adrienne were working at this moment, Jefferson was still very uncomfortable to see the two of them sitting together. Sitting between them, he felt more relieved as he could protect Adrienne.

Quill went to the door and asked, "Mr. Hefner, won't this car be too crowded?"

"That's not really important right now," answered Jefferson rudely.

Jefferson had just praised Quill's cleverness, but Quill was messing things up again at this instant. However, Jefferson took back his words when he saw Zelson opening the door and getting out of the car. Quill was indeed smart after all.

Quill smiled slyly and added, "Mr. Hefner, I look forward to your insight on this case."

After Zelson left, Jefferson felt happy and was thinking of saying something. But when he saw Adrienne's pale face, he turned his head and swallowed his words.

He grabbed Adrienne's hands. Her hands were ice cold, and there was no warmth in them at all. He rubbed her hands hard and comforted her, "Little Specky, I am here, don't be afraid!"

Adrienne did not say a word. She bit her lower lip fiercely until it started bleeding. However, she didn't seem to notice the pain at all as she stared dazedly into some distance ahead.

Jefferson pinched her chin hard as he tried to force her to loosen her bite, but it did not work. When Jefferson saw that Adrienne had injured herself, he lowered his head and kissed her. A metallic taste of blood could be instantly tasted at the tip of his tongue.

His kiss made Adrienne loosen her bite on her own lips. She suddenly opened her mouth and bit his lip. She bit down hard until his lips started to bleed too. After having a taste of warm blood, she loosened her bite.

She looked at him and seemed to want to say something, but at the same time, she seemed like she did not want to talk to him at all.

Jefferson pulled her into his arms and patted her on the back with one hand. "Be a good girl. If you have something to say to me, just tell me. Don't suppress your emotions and carry the burden alone."

She buried her head in his arms and pushed against him hard as if she was venting the fear and worry in her heart...

She was not weak. Jefferson's chest ached from the impact but he did not pull back. He gently patted her back and consoled her in a rarely-heard gentle voice, "It's okay, I am here." "Jeff, tell me..." Adrienne slowly raised her head, her voice trembling so hard she could barely speak. She took a deep breath and calmed down before saying, "Do you think this case is related to the case from two years ago? Do you think that the psychopath has come out to kill again? How many more victims will he kill before he stops?"

"From the day you became a forensic doctor, you should have known that no matter what case it is, you can't make wild assumptions. You must let the evidence speak for itself." Jefferson caressed her back and whispered, "Little Specky, I'll always be right here, just like when we were kids."

"Thank you!" Adrienne expressed her gratitude, but she broke free from his embrace. "Can you promise me one thing?"

"No, I can't," Jefferson refused.

Whenever she had something serious to say, Jefferson had never rejected her. She felt a little wronged for a moment and argued, "I haven't said anything yet, but you've already refused."

"I can promise you anything else, but if you're going to ask me not to get involved in this case, then absolutely not." He knew her too well. Just from the look in her eyes, he already knew what she wanted to say.

"You..." Adrienne was stunned.

"Now, I'm not just your childhood friend, but also your man, your legal husband. If I don't get involved in your matters, who's going to take care of it?" Jefferson continued.

"It's none of your business." She didn't want people to think that she was only with him to use him. She wanted to find out the truth of her parent's murder on her own. After that, she could tell Albert proudly that she didn't need his help and she didn't use Jefferson either to find out the truth.

"I'll let you off the hook since we're in a special situation today," Jefferson mumbled in a low voice. "If you ever ask me not to get involved in your matters again, you will have to face the consequences." Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Adrienne was so anxious that she punched him. "Why don't you understand?"

He grabbed her fist, put it to his lips, and kissed it. "I don't need to understand anything else. All I know is that I must protect my woman."

"You..." Although he couldn't understand her, his determination to protect her still warmed her heart. In this life, in addition to her parents and Hodge, there was still a person who was willing to protect her, accompany her, and make sure she never got hurt at all.

Jefferson pulled her into his arms again and assured her, "I'll protect you even if the sky falls. Plus, the sky hasn't fallen yet, so you don't have to be afraid. From now on, just work as usual. Let's just let nature take its course."

"Okay."

"Jefferson, oh, Jefferson, I'm so relieved," Adrienne thought. His firm hug and reassurance had completely relieved her of her fear.

He was truly her savior.

After an entire night's work, the autopsy report was only released by the forensic department the next afternoon.

There were two victims, a man and a woman.

The time of death was roughly 2 p.m. on the 15th of August. They were husband and wife.

The dead man's name was Calvin Ziglar. He was 32 years old and 1.72 meters tall. The dead woman's name was Lindsay Leopold. She was 31 years old and 1.58 meters tall. The two ran a small restaurant and were very friendly. They never had any conflict with anyone.

The couple had a daughter who was five years old. She was at the kindergarten on the day of the murder and usually stayed in her grandparents' home. Until this moment, the five-year-old child still did not know that her parents had been murdered.

The identification department checked the DNA of all the bloodstains on the crime scene and confirmed that they belonged to Calvin and Lindsay. There was no sign of blood from a third party.

Not only was there no blood, but there were no fingerprints, hair, or anything else left behind at the scene that could be linked to a third party. The police had checked all the living spaces that the couple and their daughter spent time in, but nothing was found.

In other words, the murderer had completely cleaned out the scene, very meticulously at that. It could be assumed that the murderer probably had a good grasp of the couple's day-to-day schedule. He knew that they would not be getting any visitors, therefore he took his time to clean up the scene.