My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1900

Eunice had always known that Jefferson bore no tolerance towards women other than Adrienne. Not to mention getting intimate with him, even speaking a few words would elicit a glare from him.

She was the best example.

However, even so, it didn't matter.

They were still young, and there was still a long road ahead of them. No one would know who would be having the last laugh.

After leaving the dessert shop, Adrienne and the others went to the third floor to shop for some clothes.

Not caring for what shop it was, Freya went into each and every one and would buy anything which caught her eyes.

Before that, Adrienne had joined in the spree because she did not want to ruin Freya's mood. Right then, Eunice was with them too, swept up in a shopaholic mood. However, it wasn't because Eunice didn't want to ruin Freya's mood. She was competing with her.

Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that what Eunice bought didn't suit her at all, and each piece she chose was a tad bit more expensive than Freya’s.

In terms of family background, the three of them were more or less the same. Although Adrienne's parents had met with an untimely death, they still left her two houses, but Adrienne didn't want to sponge off her parent's wealth.

In terms of personal income, Eunice was without a proper job, and Freya's farmhouse was more of a place for entertainment than a place to earn money. So, Adrienne was better off than them since she had a stable job, but she still couldn't afford to buy branded goods.

"Adrienne, why aren't you buying anything?" Eunice suddenly asked.

"Nothing has caught my eyes yet." It was true that she hadn't seen anything that she liked. Nonetheless, in Eunice's eyes, the only reason Adrienne wasn't buying anything was she couldn't afford it.

Upon realizing that, Eunice wanted to humiliate her. "I don't think I've seen you browse through anything. So how do you know whether you like it or not? When it comes to buying clothes, you have to try them on. You will only know if you like it after trying them on."

Adrienne smiled and did not intend to tango with her.

Eunice said again, "Adrienne, are you okay? It doesn't matter if you're tight with money, I can buy it for you if you like it."

"Eunice, what's with the 'tight with money' and 'I can buy it for you'? Do you think that Adrienne would actually care about such a small sum of money?" Freya glared at Eunice discontentedly. "The clothes here are too old- fashioned, and it doesn't suit Adrienne. Adrienne, let's go to the next store." NôvelDrama.Org content.

Freya dragged Adrienne into a store which carried a younger style of design. The store was filled with dresses. The colors were bright, and the design was simple and elegant. The fabric was comfortable to the touch too, which Adrienne really took a fancy on.

However, she rarely had outings and wore only her working uniform during work. She wouldn't be able to wear it often even if she bought it. In addition, that store was of a famous brand, and Adrienne didn't even have to look at the price tag to gauge how much one dress would cost. It would probably cost an arm and a leg.

Eunice was right. She really couldn't bring herself to squander that amount of money.

Freya also saw through her thoughts. She said thoughtfully, "Adrienne, take your time and browse through it. If you find something you like, then buy it; otherwise, we can just go to another store. Our purpose here is to make ourselves happy, it's not a competition."

Adrienne nodded. "Okay, I'll take my time. You should do that too."

"Okay." Given that Freya was a regular customer of that store, the staff led her to an area with clothes that suited her style.

Seeing that Freya was away from Adrienne, she approached her and told the staff who was serving Adrienne, "Bring your latest collection for me to try on."

The staff who had been enthusiastically serving Adrienne immediately turned to Eunice and said, "Okay, Miss Johnston."

Adrienne was speechless.

Each of the staff was as smart as a whip. They were able to know with a mere glance whether the customer who just entered had brought with them the desire to purchase goods.

What was more, according to how the staff addressed Eunice, it seemed that she was also a regular customer there.

It was apparent that Adrienne had been looked down upon!

Adrienne never had the intention to compete with anyone, but it irked her when the other party was Eunice, a woman who had been coveting her man.

Eunice looked around and saw a satin dress displaying on the glass cabinet. It was light blue with tiny lily embroideries on the neck area. The design was simple, but it stood out from the other products in the store.

She pointed to the dress and asked, "Can I try on this dress?"

The staff said apologetically, "Miss Johnston, I'm sorry, but this dress is not for sale."

"It's not for sale? Then why are you displaying it in such a conspicuous place?" Eunice really liked that dress, and she thought that such a good dress was made for her. "I don't care. I want to buy this dress."

In order not to offend a regular customer, the staff hurriedly explained, "Miss Johnston, it's not that we don't want to sell this dress to you, but this dress is designed and custom-made by our head designer in Paris as a present for his friend. It had just arrived from Paris today, and we are planning to deliver it to our customer, but we haven't had the time to do so yet." "A present? I'll pay you twice the price." Before Eunice could finish her words, a low and pleasant male voice sounded at the door. "You don't have to deliver it anymore. The owner of this dress is right here."

Suddenly, a voice came from the entrance of the store. Adrienne and the others did not have to look back to identify who it was.

Nevertheless, they still turned their heads. Sure enough, what they saw was Jefferson's tall figure appearing at the entrance of the store.

The staff assumed that the owner whom Jefferson was referring to was Eunice, so she apologized repeatedly and said, "Mr. Hefner, I'm sorry. I didn't know that this lady here is your girlfriend, so my attitude may have been below par just now."

"You really should apologize!" With his long legs, Jefferson strode towards Adrienne and caressed her head. His cold and solemn expression became gentle as he said to her, "I called a friend of mine to make this dress specifically for you. Do you like it?"

Seeing Jefferson's sudden appearance, Adrienne laughed unhappily and said, "Am I allowed to say that I don't like it though?"

Jefferson lowered his head and kissed her forehead. He said, "You should at least try it on. If you really don't like it after trying it on, well just throw it away. I'll find someone else to design a dress for you again. I'll continue to do so until you find a dress you like."

Adrienne said, "I just heard that the dress was custom made by their head designer in Paris as a present for his friend. When did you know such a person? Why do I not know about this?"

"Because you're silly," Jefferson said.

Adrienne gritted her teeth and said, "Jefferson Hefner!"

Jefferson pulled her into his arms and said, "Okay, let's stop talking. Go and try it on."

Adrienne said, "Okay. You'd better not laugh at me if I don't look good in it."

Jefferson replied, "In my mind, you still look beautiful no matter how shabby the clothes you're wearing are."

"What a smooth talker." Adrienne went to the fitting room while chuckling.

Eunice was exasperated.

She didn't try to lure Jefferson there just to see them show off how loving they were.

After arriving there, Jefferson did not even take a glance at her. What was even more hateful was what he said. Was he trying to imply that even if

Adrienne didn't like the dress, he would choose to throw it away instead of giving it to her, and that she would never have the chance to own the dress. Besides, Adrienne's mocking expression just

then was obviously directed at her.

"Have you forgotten what I've told you?" Jefferson's cold and sharp voice was heard once again, completely different from the gentle manner he had shown Adrienne just then.