My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1833

Without waiting for him to reply, Adrienne continued to say, "But don't ask for too much. After all, I only have a measly monthly salary, and I don't have any savings. If you want a big wedding, I won't be able to gather that much money in such a short time unless I sell the house that my parents left me."

At this point, Adrienne suddenly felt a little sad when Jefferson did not reply to her. "That house contains good memories with my family and me. I can't sell it."

"Adrienne, what do you mean?" Jefferson asked.

When he mentioned that he didn't want a wedding like that, did she think he was looking down on her because she was too shabby?

For God's sake!

Little idiot!

Even if the wedding were to be held, he would be paying for it. Why would she need to sell her house?

He meant that he didn't want the wedding ceremony because he wished for her to

willingly confess that she liked him. He wanted to know that she wanted to marry him and be his wife because she had feelings for him, and not some other reason.

"This little idiot's brain must be filled with mush."

Sooner or later, she would infuriate him to death!

"Did I not make myself clear enough?" Adrienne felt that she had expressed herself very directly. She was sure that Jefferson understood. He must be playing dumb so that he could insist on the wedding arrangements.

After all, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Since he was a child, he had been living a life where he spent money like it was nothing. Holding a wedding was the most important thing in his life. He was probably upset at the idea of having to settle for a simple wedding.

As for her, she had only planned to host only one wedding in her life. Since he prioritized a luxurious wedding, she would try her best to make it happen. She didn't want him to feel aggrieved for marrying her.

Adrienne explained again, "Well, I will try my best to hold a wedding for us that is on par with your reputation. I would never embarrass you in front of your friends."

Jefferson stared at her in shock.

He was completely speechless. He didn't even bother to scold her, even if she was an idiot.

Jefferson's expression was pale, and he did not speak. Adrienne poked his waist and teased playfully, "Mr. Hefner, if you're willing to return the money you took from me, I can use that for the wedding."

"Who wants to hold a wedding with an idiot like you?" Having said that, Jefferson turned around and left.

He suddenly felt that his leg began to hurt. Not just his leg, but his head ached too. Hell, his entire body felt uncomfortable.

Why had he taken a fancy to such a little idiot?

Yes, he must have been blind. Not just his eyes, but his heart too. In fact, he even found her foolishness rather cute.

As she watched Jefferson walk away, Adrienne rubbed the back of her head in confusion. She really couldn't figure out what she had done to make this man angry.

However, even if he lost his temper for no reason at all, she still followed him closely. After all, he was a wounded man and she had to be more considerate of him.

By the time they came out of the narcotics team office, the sky was already dark. The streets were ablaze with lights, making the place look warm and romantic.

Perhaps it was not because of the warm and romantic lights, but Jefferson's presence beside her, which made her feel at ease. Therefore, she felt that the night was exceptionally beautiful.

Adrienne got lost in her thoughts while Jefferson entered the front passenger seat.

Adrienne quickly got into the car, buckled his seat belt and asked him, "It's dinner time. Let's find a place to eat dinner first while you slowly get over your anger."

Jefferson continued to ignore her.

Adrienne tried hard to smile and showed him the sweetest smile she could. There was no way he could be angry at such a sweet smile, right? "Oh, I almost forgot that your leg is injured and you need to watch your diet. I'll drive to the supermarket to buy some ingredients and make some soup for you back at home."

Still, Jefferson paid her no mind.

Adrienne shook her head helplessly, started the car, and slowly pulled out of the parking

lot. "When you were missing, Madam Yard called to look for you. She was very concerned about you. I lied and told her that you were on a business trip." She glanced sideways at Jefferson and added, "When you have time, you should call her and let her know you're all right. Don't let her worry more."

This little idiot knew to lie and not let the elders worry about him. She also knew to ask him to call to tell Britney that he was safe. But why did she not understand his thoughts? He sighed, "Little idiot, do you really not know why I don't want to hold a wedding with you?"

"You still have time to think about it. We're not in a hurry." She didn't answer his question at all. "Your concern now is to call Madam Yard and tell her you're okay."

"Little idiot!" Jefferson cursed in a low voice again, but he still took out his mobile phone to dial Britney's number. Adrienne couldn't hear what Britney was saying, but she heard Jefferson complain, "My Queen, I know you asked us to go home for dinner because you care about us, but can you allow us some alone time?"

His words weren't a big deal, but Jefferson's later sentence was the key point. "We need to have some quality time together so that we can create a baby. That way, you can get your

grandchild sooner. Am I right?"

Adrienne was completely taken aback!

"Who wants to spend quality time with him, and who wants to create..."

She couldn't bear to listen any longer.

She pretended to be focused on driving, but she couldn't help herself as she perked up her ears to listen to what other nonsense Jefferson was going to spurt.

"My Queen, don't worry. I'll take good care of her. I'm taking her to the supermarket now to shop for groceries. Then, I'll cook for her in the evening," Jefferson informed Britney.

Adrienne pouted her lips. Jefferson was really an expert liar, and he showed no change in emotion or tone at all. Clearly, he was very used to lying.

After hanging up the phone, Jefferson leaned his chair back and then lay down. He lay comfortably in the chair and said, "Drive me to Well Eaten Farm and Restaurant. I want to drink with Freddy and the others."

"Drink? Do you want to die?"

"Yes, I've given up on life. It's none of your business, isn't it?"

Adrienne didn't want to pay attention to this unreasonable man. She stopped the car in the supermarket parking lot on the way home

and ordered, "I'm going to go down to shop for groceries. Wait for me in the car. I'll be right back."

Jefferson did not budge when Adrienne got out of the car. Unexpectedly, when she looked up after stepping out, she saw that Jefferson was already standing by the car door. He glanced at her coldly.

His gaze chilled her to the bone and he was clearly sending her a murderous warning.

After that, he turned to walk into the supermarket.

She was being considerate of his injuries, yet he did not appreciate it. He had even shot her daggers. She must have done something wrong in her past life to deserve such cruel treatment.

Adrienne did not have time to think about it and immediately chased after him. As Jefferson's strides were large and quick, she had to run to catch up with him.

Adrienne had never really felt like she had short legs, except when she was with Jefferson.

What she didn't know was that he would slow down every time he walked with her. However, sometimes, Jefferson felt like she looked adorable when she had to waddle over to catch up to him. Thus, he couldn't help but

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