My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1951

"If you had used a deadly drug, there would be no need for you to use a dagger anymore."

"If you had used a deadly drug, there would be no need for you to use a dagger anymore," Jefferson answered with a relaxed expression. Although he sounded certain, deep down, he was slightly panicking."

He was very clear about what kind of person Miss Ninetina was. He knew that she might appear at any moment but he hadn't told Adrienne.

He thought that he had made all the necessary preparations, and that he had everything under his control. He was confident that Ninetina would eventually fall into his hands, but he had failed to consider that even the slightest mistake could make Adrienne lose her life.

Jefferson stepped forward to help Adrienne up. He used his finger to feel her pulse. It was weak but stable, which meant that she was fine. It was only then he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Ninetina looked up and laughed. "Men are all the same. They gamble their women's lives for what they desire. Are you sure you really love her?" "Take her away," Jefferson instructed his subordinates. Then, he carried Adrienne tightly into his arms and apologized, "Little Specky, I'm sorry..."

However, he had no idea that in his arms, Adrienne was opening her eyes slowly.

The night was pitch black.

Adrienne had a long knife in her hand as she swung it at everyone in sight. She watched as more people fell onto the ground. Soon, she was surrounded by corpses, but she thought that it was not enough. She waved her knife around and screamed, "I will kill you, I'll kill all of you here..."

"No, no, no, I don't want to kill, I don't want to..." It was as if Adrienne had sobered up all of a sudden. She threw the long knife away and ran with all her might, trying to escape from the dark abyss. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get out of that place.

Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared before her, and the long knife that she had thrown away was in her hand once again. She raised her hand and hacked at the figure, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. She was so frightened that she dropped the knife and wanted to run again. However, it was as if someone was holding her down by her legs; she was unable to run.

"Adrienne, Sheridan's blood flows within you. You have violence in your bones. You belong with us. You do not belong to the light."

"No, no, no! Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to kill anyone! I don't want to! Don't force me..." Adrienne cried out.

"Little Specky! Little Specky! Wake up, wake up!" Jefferson's voice woke Adrienne from her dream, and her hands were clenched tight, as if she was still holding a knife.

She looked at Jefferson dazedly. She couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality, so she asked, "Did I kill someone?"

Jefferson patted her on the back and comforted her, "No, you didn't kill anyone. It's just a nightmare."

"Just a nightmare?" But why did it feel so surreal? It was as if she really had murdered those people.

Could it be that what Sheridan said was true? His blood flowed within her, and she had inherited his evil character. Was she really just like him, and that she might turn violent one day?

"Yes, it's just a dream. Everything's fine now that you're awake." Fortunately, Jefferson was there. His deep voice managed to yank her out of her dreams. She nuzzled into his arms and looked up at him. "Jefferson, what kind of person do you

think I am?"

With her in his embrace, Jefferson rubbed his chin against her forehead gently and teased, "You're a little idiot."

Adrienne headbutted his chest discontentedly and scolded, "I'm asking you a serious question. Don't give me a half-hearted answer."

Jefferson tightened his hug, trying to warm her up as he answered, "You are my little idiot."

Adrienne glared at him and rolled out of his embrace in anger. She wanted to distance herself from him, or she might actually beat him into a pulp.

However, as soon as she moved, Jefferson pulled her back into his arms, and his pleasant voice sounded above her head, "You are a person with a strong sense of righteousness and you hold onto your principles dearly. As long as it isn't something that goes against your values, you're more than happy to discuss it. But when it does, you'll always keep your stand no matter what."

"Do you think it's good for someone to hold onto their own principles no matter what?" Adrienne did not know whether she should be happy about Jefferson's evaluation on her. It was good to hold onto one's principle but to put it bluntly, it simply meant that she was unable to think outside the box or be more flexible, and that she lacked the understanding of human sophistication.

Jefferson kissed her forehead and commented, "Everything in this world is relative, and nothing is absolute. It's good to have high principles, especially when it comes to work. But in life, sometimes

you just have to learn to adjust your view of things. You can't be too stubborn, and you must learn how to adapt."

Adrienne knew what he was referring to. She was willing to think about it positively, but Sheridan was a black mark in her life. Even if she didn't think about it, others would judge her for it behind her back. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She was just an ordinary person. She couldn't ignore what others thought about her completely.

A forensic doctor had to come from a clean background. She felt that she no longer had the right to pursue her career in that field anymore.

She pushed all those annoying thoughts out of her mind and said, "I'll go pay Freya a visit tomorrow."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Let's just get some sleep first," Jefferson suggested.

"But I don't want to sleep." Adrienne was afraid of falling asleep and having a nightmare again. She was worried that she would become a villain in her nightmare and wake up as someone else.

There were simply too many things that she was afraid of.

Jefferson understood her fear, but he did not know how to comfort her. "Little Specky, let bygones be bygones. We still have a long way to go in the future. Let's look ahead and try our best to live our lives to the fullest, okay?"

"I know. You don't need to tell me that." Adrienne moved closer to him and whispered, "Do you think that the only person we can trust is ourselves?"

"What are you talking about? Don't you trust me?" Jefferson suddenly raised his voice and reminded, "Please don't think that all men are like Sheridan."

Adrienne fell silent.

"Little Specky, it doesn't matter if you don't trust others, but you have to trust me," Jefferson uttered, having realized that he had said something wrong.

Adrienne was still silent so Jefferson continued, "I know that it's tough for you to accept what happened with Sheridan, and I know that you aren't as calm as you seem on the outside, but I want you to believe in me, and let me stay by your side."

Adrienne did not respond.

Could she still believe in love?

She thought that Sheridan had loved Eudora, too.

He got so anxious and sad when she merely burned her hand... But what happened after that? He was also the same man who watched as the woman he claimed to love got chopped up into pieces...

At that thought, Adrienne felt nauseated. She got out of bed and ran into the bathroom. She vomited so much that she started throwing up bile. Even so, the gagging feeling did not ease up.