My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1897

Alcohol was indeed a harmful substance, but it was definitely not an excuse for one's mistakes.

Adrienne swore in her heart to not consume any more alcohol in the future. She definitely did not want to let alcohol ruin her life.

If she woke up to an unfamiliar man the next day after drinking, Jefferson would definitely skin her alive.

At that thought, she shivered with fear... She glanced at Jefferson secretly. Fortunately, he wasn't looking at her at the moment.

The issue with Freddy was grave. There was no way to explain it all clearly.

Jefferson said that Freddy might not have done anything wrong to Freya, but it was still a fact that Freddy had woken up to a naked woman beside him. A naked man and woman waking up in the same bed. The situation was clear-cut. Even a fool would not believe it if Freddy were to say that nothing had happened between them the night before.

Adrienne quickly applied her medical knowledge. "Generally speaking, when men are drunk, they can't get erections. We can't rule out the possibility that the woman had laid a trap and lured him into it. If that was so, Freddy's innocence may be proved. However, even in that case, he is not completely innocent either. He didn't look out for his own safety. He let the woman take advantage of the situation and hurt Freya so deeply."

"Anyway, no matter what, Freddy is the one in the wrong." Jefferson said. When Freddy had told him about it, he had already given him a harsh reprimanding. He had also brought up the points that Adrienne did. Nonetheless, when facing Adrienne, Jefferson thought it was wise to show her that he knew Freddy was at fault. Otherwise, she might use it against him in their future arguments.

Jefferson expected Adrienne to roll her eyes at him once she heard what he had to say, and she really did. She then said, "Jefferson, there's no way that it isn't Freddy's fault. What if someday you ended up sleeping with another woman? Are you going to come to me and blame me for not satisfying you?"

"That's not what I meant." Jefferson asked.

Adrienne fired back with another question, "What did you mean then?"

If they continued bickering in that vein, things would've devolved into a full- fledged argument before Jefferson and Adrienne could even solve the issue between Freddy and Freya. Jefferson immediately made a gesture of surrender and changed the topic. "What's your take on Freddy's matter then?"

Adrienne had indeed thought of a possibility. She said, "I think it is very likely that someone had deliberately set up a trap to frame him." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Jefferson stared at her and nodded her in praise, "What's next then?"

Adrienne continued, "Freddy and Freya's business developed relatively quickly over the past two years. Word is that some of their competitors want to crush them. We can't rule out the possibility of such a party using such an underhanded method against them."

Jefferson nodded again. "You're right. That's possible too, but do you have any other speculations?"

Adrienne touched her forehead and said seriously, "I can't think of anything else for the time being."

"Do you still remember what happened to Quill?" Jefferson reminded her.

When Jefferson mentioned

Quill, Adrienne widened her eyes in surprise instantly, as if she had encountered a breakthrough. "Do you mean that they've already started targeting our friends?"

Jefferson's lips curled into a slight smile as he praised her, "I see that you're not too slow after all."

Adrienne clenched her fists and her eyes were glinted with frostiness. "Those people hurt my parents and my colleagues, and now they are targeting our friends. Jefferson, we can't just sit around and wait for them to execute their plans on us. We must find a way to get the upper hand."

Jefferson caressed her head and answered, "Okay, I got it."

Jefferson wasn't anxious at all, as he already had some clues to the matter. His informant had given him two useful clues. Over the next two days, he would be able to confirm something. Then, he would be able to find out who the murderer was.

However, Adrienne did not know of the clues Jefferson had at hand, so she was fraught with uneasiness.

If the mastermind was only targeting her, she would not be afraid even if it meant that she needed to face them head on. However, those people had widened their circle of targets. They had even laid their hands on her friends right then.

When Jefferson saw her troubled face, he couldn't help but hold her in his arms. He rubbed his stubbly face against hers and comforted her, "I'm here, little idiot. So, there's nothing for you to fear. Even if the sky falls down, I will be there to hold it up for you."

"I don't want you to hold the sky up for me. I want us to shoulder it together." It was the first time Adrienne had willingly hugged Jefferson while she was sober. "Jeff, don't ever hide anything from me, okay? I'm no longer the clueless little girl who needs your constant protection."

"You're right, you're no more a little girl. You've matured into a fine woman now." Jefferson's joy was apparent. He deliberately emphasized the word "woman", causing Adrienne to remember the events of the night before. Becoming shy, she prodded at his waist.

Her hands were weak and frail. Although they could be nimble when she was using a scalpel to dissect a body, Jefferson was so muscular that to him, her prodding felt no different from a tickle. However, he shouted in an exaggerated manner, "Ouch, it hurts! Are you trying to kill your husband?"

Adrienne's dainty face blushed bright red. "Shameless man! I haven't even acknowledged you as my husband yet."

"You haven't?" Jefferson raised his eyebrows. Danger flashed in his eyes, coupled with a hint of wickedness. He asked, "Then who was the one who kept begging me to go faster last night, huh?"

Adrienne thought to herself that anyhow, she would not admit that she had done such a shameful thing. Since he could not provide any evidence, what could he do to her if she just chose to deny it?

However, Jefferson had countless means to deal with her. He suddenly approached her, bowed his head, and whispered something in Adrienne's ear which made her blush. She cursed under her breath, "You stinky man! You shameless man!"

"But don't you like me being shameless?" Jefferson quipped.

Adrienne was tongue-tied.

That man really had no shame.

Adrienne drew back from Jefferson, putting some distance between them. However, as if they were joined by an invisible magnet, Jefferson immediately drifted to her side once again. He said, "Little idiot, if you promise me one thing, I will not bring up what happened last night ever again."

"What is it?" Adrienne had the premonition that Jefferson was luring her into a trap, but she still wanted to find out what kind of trap it was. Was it a trap that she would willingly succumb to?

"Call me hubby," Jefferson replied.

In response, Adrienne merely gave him a look that he could decipher on his own.

Jefferson spoke again. "Hmm, I wonder who was the one who kept calling me her hubby and begging me for more last night?"

Adrienne panicked. She reached out and covered his mouth with her hand, for fear that others would hear his lewd words. She chided him, "Mr. Hefner, this is a public place. Could you please control yourself?"

"And who was the one who warned me with the marriage certificate before we left the house today..." Jefferson began.

"Hubby!" The words left Adrienne's lips immediately, because she knew that if she continued being disagreeable, he could do even more shameless things right there and then.

It was better to accede to his request and satisfy him.

"Honey!" As soon as Jefferson said that, his hot lips pressed onto hers.

He didn't know if it was because she was his lover and thus beautiful to him, but his Little Specky looked even more attractive than usual.