My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1957

Maxwell was really happy to see Jefferson.

From the moment he laid eyes on Jefferson, the smile on his face had never faded even a second. He even invited Jefferson out to the park early in the morning to spar.

Jefferson didn't want to ruin the mood, but he didn't dare to go too hard on Maxwell either. After just two moves, Maxwell complained, "You brat, at least try to be less obvious when you're going easy on me." Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Since you can tell I'm going easy on you, then let's just stop right here, alright?" said Jefferson with a smile. "Wouldn't it be nicer if we just sit down and have a chat while drinking tea?"

"Look at you, you're such a young chap yet you're so much less active than I am. Sparring is something you need to practice everyday, or you will lose your touch on it. Am I clear?" Because of his identity, Maxwell was strict to himself as well as his children and grandchildren.

Dote as he might on his heirs, there was a limit to it. He would never break away from his principles, and he would never resort to anything illegal.

Therefore, the Yard family was extremely reputable in the capital.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind, Grandpa. I'll practice hard every day, I'll not slack even a day." Jefferson helped Maxwell over to take a seat at the nearby bench and poured him some tea. "Here, have some tea, Grandpa."

Maxwell took two sips before he set his teacup on the table and said, "Why did you come alone this time? Why didn't you bring Adrienne with you?"

Maxwell was dying to have some greatgrandchildren, but none of his grandchildren were living up to his wishes.

His eldest granddaughter, Jovane, was an advocate of a child-free life. She had been married for years, yet he had no great-grandchildren to be cradled in his arms.

His second granddaughter, Kaelyn, actually told him that she wanted to enjoy more time alone with her husband, which disappointed Maxwell yet again.

As for Sierra, it was even more of a lost cause. Her wedding date hadn't even been set yet. Who knew how much longer he would need to wait?

Hence, Maxwell had to put all his hopes on Jefferson. Considering his feelings for Adrienne, Maxwell should be able to expect a couple greatgrandchildren in the next three years.

"Grandpa, what does me coming to see you have anything to do with Adrienne? Are you close to her?" asked Jefferson. Jefferson was sulking, but Maxwell was too focused on the thoughts of his future great-grandchildren to notice it.

He asked, "Do you not like Adrienne anymore?"

"Who said that I liked her?"

"It goes without saying the fact that you're smitten with that girl. A more apt question would be who doesn't know that you like her?"

Everyone knew about his feelings for Adrienne, except Adrienne herself. Jefferson felt a little depressed as he said, "Who cares about her, I don't want to have anything to do with her anymore."

Maxwell looked at Jefferson and said, "So you're saying that you don't like Adrienne then?"

Jefferon chose not to answer and sipped on his tea instead.

How could he not like Adrienne? But when he thought about how she had left him behind, his heart twisted in discomfort.

"There are many fishes in the sea, indeed, you don't have to stick to just one." Maxwell patted Jefferson's hand and said, "Speaking of which, what a coincidence."

"What do you mean, Grandpa?"

"I happen to have an old friend who is bringing his granddaughter, who just returned from abroad, to visit us at home."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Maxwell smiled and said, "I heard that his granddaughter is not only beautiful, but knowledgeable, too. A lot of men are after her, and I'm sure she'll be a better match for you than that girl, Adrienne. Why don't you come with me to meet her?"

"If she's good, then good for her. But please don't belittle Adrienne. Besides, to me, Adrienne is the most beautiful girl in the world. No one can ever compare to her." Jefferson was the classic case of the protective type. He could tease the woman he loved as he wished, but no one else was allowed to say a single word to disparage her.

Maxwell said again, "You claim not to like her, but you don't allow others to speak ill of her."

"Who said I don't like her? Who else can I like in my life besides her? I am her husband. My life is hers. Also, how can you say such things about your own granddaughter-in-law."

"Pardon me. What did you just say?" Hearing this, Maxwell's eyes lit up with excitement. He wondered if he had misheard as he waited for

Jefferson's confirmation eagerly.

"I said, I am married, and my wife is Adrienne. Although she always frustrates me, I still don't want anyone else except her in my life."

"I knew it, you rascal. How dare you try to hide it from me?" Although he didn't know that Jefferson was speaking out of anger, he did come up with an idea to test the truth. "Did you two get into a fight?"

"No," Jefferson said as he shook her head.

"Otherwise, why didn't she come with you?" He patted Jefferson on the shoulder, and said without waiting for his explanation, "You married her because you love her. Since you married her, you should love her and be a one-woman man. Under no circumstances should you be unfaithful. Don't make her sad, and don't let her regret marrying you. Make sure a smile is on her face whenever she thinks of you."

"Is this why you've refused to marry anyone else although Grandma is no longer with us for so many years?" When Jefferson's grandmother passed on, none of their children were fully grown yet. However, Maxwell had never thought of remarrying.

When Jefferson heard of that previously, he thought it was because Maxwell had been busy at work and taking care of his children, which left him no time to find himself another woman. Later on, Maxwell started growing older, so he naturally wouldn't be interested in finding a life partner.

To look at it, it seemed that Maxwell's love for his wife was real and everlasting.

Maxwell sighed, "When I married your grandma, I'd told her that she would be the only one for me. I was supposed to take good care of her and protect her, but I've let her down. I was always busy with work and neglected her health. It was already too late when I found out about it."

Speaking of the past, Maxwell's eyes flashed with tears. "I still remember that before she died, she'd held my hand silently, exerting every last bit of her strength to smile at me. I knew that she was telling me she'd never regretted marrying me."

"Don't be sad, Grandpa." Comforting others wasn't one of Jefferson's strong suits, and he didn't feel like there was anything to comfort either. If the past was beautiful, what was wrong with reminiscing about it?

"I'm not sad, I'm happy. I'm old, and my memory isn't very good, but I'm glad there's still some beautiful memories for me to look back on."

Jefferson agreed.

Maxwell continued, "You don't need to keep me company, Jefferson. Go find Adrienne and apologize to her, and get her to forgive you. Give me a great-grandchild as soon as possible and come visit me as a family of three."