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My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) novel Chapter 1947

Two days later,

Adrienne finally met Sheridan inside of a heavily guarded prison.

Adrienne had no idea how she had managed to get into the visitor room. It was a short walk, but it felt like it took forever.

Every step she took was draining, as if her feet weighed a tonne.

Jefferson wanted to accompany her, but she refused. She didn't want him to see how disgusting Sheridan was.

After walking for a long time, Adrienne finally arrived at the visitor's room, and Sheridan was already brought into the room by the prison wardens.

A family member that she thought was dead two years ago suddenly appeared before her, moreover, under such circumstances. Although she had mentally prepared herself for it, she still had a hard time accepting it.

Adrienne stared at the familiar figure, who was once the closest to her. As she looked at him, her body shook uncomfortably, and she felt like she had descended into hell.

Before that, she had imagined that this man wasn't Sheridan or he had so happen to have the same name as Sheridan, and many more excuses.

However, those excuses were all shattered by Sheridan, who appeared alive before her eyes.

"Adrienne!" he called out.

Adrienne was familiar with the voice. It was the kind and familiar voice of her father.

Nonetheless, such a voice could no longer warm her heart. All she felt just then was fear and anxiety.

She parted her lips and wanted to say something, but she no words left her.

"Do I call him Dad?" She thought.

She was not willing to admit that she had a father who had done such heinous crimes.

"Do I call him by his name then?" Adrienne was conflicted.

Even so, he was the one who gave her life. Whether she was willing to admit it, she was still his daughter.

"Adrienne, I'm sorry!" He apologized. His hoarse voice, along with his desolate appearance, made it hard for Adrienne to imagine that he was in fact a coldblooded murderer.

Adrienne looked at him. His face was indeed so familiar, yet it felt so foreign.

He was no longer the father who she once knew. Too many things had happened between then and now, and the look in his eyes was difficult to decipher.

Over the past two years, she had often wished that Sheridan was still alive and living well somewhere. Now that she had found him, she wished that all of this was a lie.

She would much rather for him to die two years ago.

Jefferson's large palms seemed to rejuvenate her with strength. Through his touch, she could feel his strength flowing through her bit by bit as she slowly recovered from the emotional fatigue.

After gathering herself together, she patted his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. You should go out and wait for me."

Jefferson held her hand and insisted, "I'll stay here

with you."

Adrienne looked at him but did not speak. Jefferson was so flustered that he immediately gave in. "Okay, I'll wait for you outside."

Adrienne muttered softly in agreement.

Before leaving, he glanced at Sheridan, who happened to meet his gaze. Sheridan commented with a wide smile, "Jefferson, you win this round. I admit that I've underestimated you this time. You are much more capable than I thought you were."

Jefferson knew what Sheridan was referring to, but he did not answer him. He turned around and walked out as an uneasy feeling rose in his heart.

After Jefferson left, Sheridan was still smiling as he added, "Adrienne, you were the one who asked me, but you didn't even let me finish. You are still so childish. If I had really left this world, who would be here to protect you?"

"Protect? Do you think you're protecting me?" Adrienne laughed hysterically. How could he have the guts to say that he was protecting her?

"What else could it be?" Sheridan smiled and said, "Adrienne, you were so focused on investigating the dismemberment case from two years ago that you didn't even know what kind of danger you were in. If I hadn't told them not to touch you, you would have already... Do you think Jefferson is a Superman or something? He isn't going to be there to save you every single time."

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