My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) novel Chapter 1919

Jefferson was in a good mood.

Adrienne could see that.

Wasn't he supposed to be angry upon seeing Zelson confess his love to her before his eyes? Why was he in such a good mood?

Adrienne really couldn't understand that man.

Jefferson would always be very furious when she expected him not to be. He would be so mad sometimes that he would gnash his teeth, as if he couldn't wait to devour her whole.

And when Adrienne expected him to be angry, he wasn't? Conversely, he was in high spirits.

Was there something wrong with him again?

Adrienne couldn't make heads or tails of it. She tilted her head and looked at Jefferson, asking, "Why are you not angry?"

"Who says I'm not?" Jefferson said as he halted in his tracks. He put both his arms around her waist, lowered his head, and whispered with his warm breath tickling her ear, "I'm so angry that I can't wait to swallow you up."

Jefferson's tone was soft and gentle, but it made

Adrienne shiver. She immediately stepped back. "You-you're really angry?"

Jefferson pulled her back into his arms. All of a sudden, he parted his lips and bit her round earlobe, saying again in a hushed voice, "If you don't want me to be angry, I'm fine with that."

Adrienne knew that he was about to demand something from her in return. "What do you want me to do for that?"

Adrienne looked up at him. Her glasses made her eyes look particularly bright, and her slightly-parted, red lips were moist. She was looking particularly attractive. Jefferson once again felt restlessness stir within him, and in the next second, his hot lips were pressed against hers.

Adrienne was so surprised that she forgot to close her eyes. They were in public, right? How could that man just...

Although Adrienne knew that she should push him away, she did not. Perhaps it was because she noticed Zelson looking at them from the window of the second floor, that she unexpectedly put her arms around Jefferson's shoulders and went along with the heated and passionate kiss.

Adrienne's slight action obviously pleased Jefferson, and he deepened the kiss.

After a long while, Jefferson drew back and rubbed her head with his chin. In a hoarse voice, he rasped, "Baby, tell me what you've just said to Zelson."

"What-what are you talking about?" Adrienne knew what he was referring to, but she feigned ignorance.

Even though she had said such words to Zelson with confidence, she still couldn't bring herself to say such mushy words to Jefferson. Her whole face flushed a bright red.

Jefferson lowered his head and touched her forehead with his. "Are you trying to play dumb with me? Huh?"

"No, I'm not..." Adrienne ducked into his arms. With her face burning scarlet, she spoke softly, "I love you! And it seems that I love you more than I thought."

"My little idiot, you've pleased both my body and mind today." As he said that, Jefferson kissed her again.

Adrienne had never expected that Jefferson would catch up with her not long after she had left the station.

His woman was meeting another man that had feelings for her; it was a given that Jefferson would follow along. He wasn't as slow as Adrienne.

He just never imagined that his little idiot would be that merciless when rejecting someone.

Moreover, Jefferson had also gotten to hear her saying that she loved him firsthand.

Adrienne had answered extremely insincerely when he interrogated her that morning.

Nonetheless, just then with Zelson, she was completely serious about it.

Adrienne had said that she loved him, and she didn't want any man besides him in her life.

Adrienne looked at him with a pout. Wasn't she the one who was supposed to ask that?

With her lips in that state, how was she going to go out in public later?

"Baby, I don't want to be separated from you even for a second. What do you think I should do?" Adrienne tasted too good, and Jefferson was addicted to her. He had even fantasized about shrinking her down to palm size and putting her into his pocket, so that he could take her out to accompany him whenever he thought about her.

"We still have to work, you know that, right?" Adrienne wanted to get out of Jefferson's embrace, but he was holding her too tightly that she couldn't escape. "Captain Hefner, there are still many things we need to do. Let's get back to work first, shall we?"

"Okay," Jefferson replied in a slightly hoarse voice.

Adrienne had a vague feeling that something was wrong. She did not dare to move at that moment.

She knew Jefferson too well. If he was happy, he wouldn't pay any mind to the fact that they were at work, in an office.

After another kiss on her forehead, Jefferson let her go reluctantly. He had decided that after he had caught the perpetrators and solved Freya's case, he would resign and go on a honeymoon with Adrienne.

He would bring her to a marvelous place, where they would stay in for three whole days and nights, and do whatever their hearts desired. • • •

That day was another busy day.

After Jefferson left, Adrienne immediately devoted herself to work. Unfortunately, all the clues found at the scene were not in Freya's favour, extremely so.

The victim usually stayed there alone, and her house was squeaky clean. Except for the traces left by Freya, there was no mark of any third party.

All the evidence pointed to Freya being the murderer, but Freya really hadn't murdered anyone.

After Adrienne and Jefferson sent Freya home that day, she had gone to sleep and never left the house again. Who knew that she could still be charged with murder. How ridiculous.

Freya knew that she was framed. Her farmhouse focused on pure entertainment. How on earth had she offended such a powerful figure who wanted to frame her for murder, and executed it in such a perfect manner even?