My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) novel Chapter 1724

After work, it was midnight by the time Adrienne had returned home.

She opened the door. The house was pitch-dark; Jefferson wasn't home. Perhaps, he had gone out to hang with his friends.

Adrienne turned on the light and dragged her exhausted body to the bathroom.

She had stayed in the autopsy room with the rotten and stinky corpse for the entire day. She felt like she too smelled like the corpse.

She had to wash up quickly so that she could forget the terrible things in her mind for the time being.

Adrienne turned on the water tap all the way and stood under the running water without taking off her clothes. Unexpectedly, the more she wanted to wash away those terrible memories, the more those memories poured into her mind like a flood.

The fresh blood and the pieces of flesh scattered all over the ground...

"No, no, no..."

In a trance, Adrienne seemed to have returned to the crime scene from a year ago. The floor

was scattered with flesh and the shower water pouring over her head had suddenly turned blood-red as it flowed down on her...

"Adrienne!" Jefferson barged in suddenly and pulled her into his arms. "You stupid woman. I told you to resign if you're scared but you just won't listen to me."

His voice was fierce and mean, but in her ears, it sounded particularly warm. She nestled into his arms and inhaled his manly scent. He smelled much better than a corpse.

Jefferson was still scolding her, "Adrienne, you d*mned woman, I'm talking to you. Did you hear me?"

Adrienne did not answer.

He pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head. "Adrienne, have you become mute?"

Those terrible things in her mind could never be erased. But, now that Jefferson was throwing a tantrum, Adrienne's mind started to fill with images of his furious face. The fear in her heart slowly melted away.

This overbearing man had indirectly become her savior.

Jefferson frowned and asked, "Have you been scared till you've grown dumb?"

Adrienne pressed her lips together and said with a smile, "Jefferson, are you an angel sent from heaven to save me? Or are you a demon sent here from hell to punish me?"

Jefferson knitted his eyebrows tightly together. He immediately put his hand to her forehead and said, "You aren't having a fever. Have you really become a moron?"

"Jefferson, I'm hungry."

"Hungry?"

Adrienne nodded. "I'm hungry."

The entire day, she had been so busy confirming the age and cause of death of the headless female body. She did not have time to eat lunch. At this instant, her stomach was rumbling loudly. If she didn't eat soon, she would not have the energy to work the next day.

"Go change and eat after you're done," said Jefferson.

Adrienne looked at him and said pitifully, "I don't want to eat takeout, and I don't want to eat instant noodles either."

Staring at her pale face, Jefferson felt a sharp pain in his heart but he said fiercely, "Adrienne, you should be glad you even have food. Don't be so picky."

Adrienne lowered her little head. "Okay, I'll go change then."

Could she expect him to even cook a bowl of noodles for her? He had never lifted a finger to do anything before.

She had managed to come across an embarrassing scene of Jefferson. This only happened once in a blue moon. She had to take some pictures as evidence to show their friends.

After taking the pictures, she even sent them to her email to make sure she never lost them.

After storing the evidence, Adrienne grabbed a towel from the bathroom calmly and dampened it. Then, she held the towel over her mouth and went to the kitchen to cover the burnt pan. She opened the windows to allow airflow into the house.

After most of the smoke had dispersed, Adrienne could finally turn her attention to Jefferson. Looking at him, she wanted to laugh, and she did. However, as soon as the corners of her mouth raised, Jefferson roared at her, "Adrienne, how dare you laugh!"

Adrienne quickly suppressed her laughter and pointed at his face, saying, "Mr. Jefferson, your face is ruined."

"I'm not blind. I don't need you to tell me that." He glared at her fiercely and turned to go to the bathroom. He was not blind, but he couldn't see his face without a mirror.

Adrienne muttered in a low voice, "You're such a capable man, but you can't even fry an egg, and you almost caused a fire."

Jefferson suddenly turned back. "Adrienne, it's not that I can't do it, I just don't want to."

Adrienne kept quiet.

She had spoken so softly, yet he still heard her. How sensitive were his ears?

"What are you waiting for? Go and get me some clothes."

"Yes, Sir!"

Why did she open the window to ventilate the house earlier on? Adrienne questioned herself.

Why didn't she let this man, who didn't know what was good for him, get burned to death instead?