My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1805

When Adrienne changed her clothes and came out, Jefferson and Quill were still talking. To be more specific, Jefferson was talking while Quill was listening.

Before Adrienne knew about Jefferson's work, she had always thought that he was a playboy who only knew how to eat, drink, play and bully her all day long.

After learning about his work, she tried to understand him more. Slowly, she realized that he wasn't what she thought at all. In fact, he had a lot of great qualities about him.

Even among a group of excellent people, as long as he was there, the eyes of others would involuntarily fall on him. It was like he emanated an aura that attracted everyone's attention.

In fact, Jeff had always been an amazing man but he often used various means to bully her, so she could only ever see his detestable side. She had ignored how admirable he really was.

Adrienne was not paying attention to Jefferson's conversation. When she approached, she heard Quill reply, "Yes, yes, I will continue to investigate using the method you've suggested. This time, no matter who it is, I will uncover the identity of the culprit."

However, Jefferson had already shifted his focus onto Adrienne. Seeing how exhausted she was, he could no longer pay attention to Quill's response. He stepped forward and took Adrienne's hand. "Let's go home."

"Okay." Adrienne tried to smile and nodded at him before saying to Quill, "Sergeant Scott, I'll be going back first. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay," Quill answered quickly, but he didn't mean it. He wouldn't dare to call Adrienne with Jefferson around. However, he was rather nosy. "Mr. Hefner, when will I have the pleasure of attending your wedding?"

Jefferson glanced at Quill coldly and sneered, "Don't you have a case to solve?"

Quill giggled and responded, "You two go ahead then. I won't bother you guys anymore."

Adrienne, however, suddenly added, "When the time comes, I'll invite you to our wedding."

Quill was pleased to hear her words. "Okay. I'll wait for your wedding invitation."

Since Adrienne had already mentioned that she would invite Quill, Jefferson was naturally feeling gleeful. He possessively took hold of her. "Little Specky, you little idiot, you've finally got it."

It was worthwhile for him to wait for her for so many years.

Adrienne smiled. "Let's go."

He pulled Adrienne and walked away. Neither of them had noticed Zelson standing by the corridor with a look of despair in his eyes.

Zelson had also heard Adrienne inviting Quill to her wedding.

He had known the real relationship between Adrienne and Jefferson, but he had never worried about it. He knew that all this while Adrienne had been rejecting Jefferson.

But at this instant, what he had just witnessed was far beyond his expectations. She was obviously by his side, but he felt that she was getting farther and farther away from him.

"Zelson!" Quill called out. He had just noticed Zelson's presence, therefore he stepped forward and greeted him. "The other departments didn't manage to discover anything. Have you found anything here?"

"No," Zelson answered coldly and walked away.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Quill vaguely felt that Zelson was angry, but he didn't know the reason. Had he done anything to make Zelson angry again?

Quill touched his nose and thought for a moment before concluding that none of these people took him seriously as the captain of the Paramount Criminal Police Team.

When Jefferson and Adrienne walked out of the door, they felt a hot breeze blow on their faces. However, Adrienne did not feel hot. Instead, she leaned closer to Jefferson and asked, "Did the temperature drop today? Why did it suddenly become cold?"

Cold?

The weather was so hot that it could cause a heatstroke. Adrienne must have fallen sick from working all night.

As expected, Jefferson could feel her forehead heating up when he touched it. He instructed, "Eat something when we get back. Take a hot shower and go to bed early."

"I'm not hungry."

She had been staring at decaying corpses for a day and a night. How could she still have an appetite? The fact that she didn't vomit was already very professional of her.

"My Queen has cooked and put the dishes at home. Let's go home and see if we want to eat or not." Jefferson did not say anymore. He brought Adrienne to the car and drove straight home.

Britney had already prepared dinner for them at home. The food was light; it was just a simple french onion soup. However, Adrienne did not have the appetite to eat.

She put down her spoon and informed Jefferson apologetically, "Jefferson, I really can't eat anymore."

"Just try to eat as much as you can. If you keep starving your body like this, your body won't be able to take it." Jefferson was worried.

Adrienne picked up her spoon and tried to eat again, but as soon as her lips touched the food, she felt her stomach churn. "I'm sorry! I really can't eat." She put down the spoon. "You should eat. I'll take a bath and go to sleep first."

It was not that she wanted Jefferson to worry about her. She wanted to eat more too so that he would feel more at ease. But when she took a bite, all she could think of were the decaying corpses. Her stomach wouldn't stop churning.

"Then, go take a shower." Adrienne couldn't eat anymore, so Jefferson had no appetite either. However, he still forced himself to down two bowls of soup to maintain his strength. After all, he had to take care of her.

After finishing his soup, he went into the kitchen to make a cup of hot chocolate. Then, he brought it to the room.

He pushed the door open and entered the room. As soon as Adrienne lay down, he handed the hot chocolate to her and asked, "You can drink this hot chocolate, right?"

Adrienne took the cup and gulped the drink down. She returned the mug to Jefferson and said, "Better?"

"Go to sleep now," Jefferson spoke as he put the cup aside. He pulled up the quilt and tucked her in. Then, he checked her forehead again. It was still a little hot, but not too bad. She should be fine without medicine as long as she slept.

"Okay." Adrienne nodded obediently.

"Good girl." Jefferson sat beside her. He patted the quilt gently and comforted, "I'll be right here. Go to sleep."

"Jeff..." Adrienne's eyes suddenly turned red when she called out his name. She remembered that when she was a child, her parents weren't around when she was sick, hence he accompanied her beside her bed and coaxed her to sleep.

Unexpectedly, when she grew up, he still had the chance to coax her to sleep.

"Good girl, go to sleep." Jefferson caressed her forehead again and patted the quilt gently.

Because of his presence, Adrienne fell asleep almost instantly... In her dream, she saw Jefferson smiling at her. It was the best smile she had ever seen him give.

But all of a sudden, the scene in front of her turned bloody. The house with the pieces of flesh suddenly turned into a hand dripping with blood. The hand wrapped tightly around her neck...

"No..." She wanted to shout, but she couldn't make a sound. Just as she felt like she was about to suffocate, Jefferson's voice suddenly came, "Little Specky, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Jeff..." Finally, she could speak again and called out his name.