My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1893

Freddy knew Freya's character well. If you treated her well, she would treat you ten times better. If she found out that the person she had devoted herself to had betrayed her, then there would be no room for negotiation.

Freddy wanted to consult his parents and hers, to persuade her. However, the truth of the matter was that he had woken up in another woman's bed, and he didn't know how to explain that to her.

Even if the thought of hurting her had never crossed Freddy's mind, and he had never done anything wrong to her before this, he did still let that pregnant woman show up and demand him to take responsibility. It was no different from stabbing Freya in the heart with a sharp dagger with his own hands.

"Freya, what should I do?" Freddy lamented to himself.

She could beat him, scold him, or punish him in any way she wished. All Freddy asked was that she did not give him the cold shoulder and ask for a divorce.

But did he still have a chance at saving their relationship?

"Jeff, tell me, you've fallen out of love with me, right?" On the drive home, even though Adrienne had a safety belt on her, she could not sit still. From time to time, she would stretch out her little hand and pester Jefferson, saying, "You're the one who said you loved me. You can't lie to me, or I won't give you any candy."

"No, I haven't." With one hand on the steering wheel, Jefferson held her hand in his other hand. "I love you. I've always loved you, and that will never change."

His voice was low and alluring, as if he was suppressing some hidden desire. If they weren't outside in public, he would already have... Adrienne, that little idiot, didn't know what a pain she was being.

She held his big palm with both her hands and rubbed it on her tender face over and over again, asking, "Then why aren't you looking at me? Is it because I'm not cute enough?" As if something had just come to mind, she flung his hand aside. She fiddled for her phone, turned on the camera, and looked at herself with the front camera. She giggled and said, "That can't be, my face is still the same face that you like. I'm still as cute as ever. Grandpa said that I'm the cutest girl in the world. Don't you think so too?"

Jefferson was speechless.

It turned out that Little Specky had such a shameless side to her, too.

But that side of her was really adorable!

"Jeff, I'm still your Little Specky, but you've changed. You don't smile at me anymore. Look at how annoyed you look," Adrienne chortled while angling her phone so that Jefferson's face was also seen on the screen. "Say cheese!"

Adrienne pressed the shutter button, taking a picture of them. She then stretched out her fingers and prodded at the screen. "How can my Jeff look this handsome?"

Jefferson was at a loss for words.

Although he remained silent, the faint smile on his face upon hearing her words betrayed his thoughts.

"Since my Jeff is so good-looking, I have to hide him where other women can't see him." Adrienne was anxious to hide the photo of Jefferson in her phone, but after fiddling with it for a while, her insecurity still remained. "No, there's no good place to hide it."

Adrienne tried to concentrate through her haphazard thoughts. Suddenly, a spark flashed in her dazed eyes. She raised her phone to her lips and kissed it. "I'm going to leave my mark on your

body so that everyone knows that you're mine,

Jeff. Then no one will try to take you away from me. Haha... I'm so smart. I'm really a genius."

After that, she kissed her cell phone once again. It sent Jefferson into a rage, and he snatched her phone away, "Stop kissing your phone!"

He was right beside her. If she wanted to kiss him and leave her mark on him, she could just do it to the real thing! Why would she kiss the photo of him on her phone? What the hell was that?

"Jeff, are you angry at me?" Even through Adrienne's drunkenness, her subconscious remembered everything that had been ingrained deeply into her. Adrienne knew, and she always had known, that if she angered Jefferson, the consequences would be severe.

Adrienne timidly shrank to the side and looked at him with her wide, doe-like and pitiful eyes. "Jeff, did I do something wrong?"

Seeing that, Jefferson felt a sudden emptiness in his heart. He couldn't help softening his voice as he told her, "Little idiot, how could I possibly be angry at you? Don't be afraid."

"Haha..." Hearing Jefferson's reply, Adrienne laughed happily, like a child who had secretly gotten some candy. "Of course I know that! I was just teasing you."

Jefferson was taken aback.

This girl was really quite bold when she was drunk.

For upwards of twenty years, as long as he had known her, Adrienne had only gotten drunk twice. She acted quite similarly both times, and that was how he got the chance to coerce her into marrying him a few months ago.

"Jeff... Jeff..." Adrienne's dainty face flushed red. She repeatedly called out Jefferson's nickname, that nickname that only she could call him. "Jeff, I'm the only one who can call you that. No one else is allowed to."

Jefferson had nothing to say in reply.

Was there a need for her to say that?

Besides her, who else had ever called him that?

"Jeff..."

"Yeah?"

"Jeff..."

"Yeah?"

"Jeff..."

"Yeah."

No matter how many times Adrienne called out his name, he would always reply without any sign of annoyance.

However, Jefferson accelerated the car once again. Upon a closer look, veins protruded all over his forehead from the exertion of holding himself back.

Fortunately, Charm Club wasn't that far from their home. They would arrive home in about ten minutes.

After parking the car, Jefferson immediately got out of the car and hoisted Adrienne up from the passenger seat. Adrienne immediately hugged his neck, clinging to him, and pleaded, "Jeff, I want you to say that you love me again." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"In a while more, I'll show you my love through my actions." Carrying Adrienne, Jefferson hurried into the elevator as fast as lightning. He pressed the button to their floor and were sent up directly to it.

Jefferson swiftly and smoothly opened the door and entered the house.

That night, at that very moment, he had to properly savor the feast he was carrying!

Jefferson set Adrienne down on the bed. Just as he was about to get up, Adrienne put her arms around his neck. It seemed like she didn't plan on letting him go. She pressed her face against his chest and asked, "Jeff, did Grandpa leave me because he didn't love me?"

She was crying!

Warm tears began to wet Jefferson's shirt. It tugged at his heartstrings achingly. Instantly, he couldn't care less about ravishing Adrienne. He just wanted her to be happy.

It turned out that the reason Adrienne had proposed to have fun that day was not for relaxation, but to numb her pain at losing Hodge.

Jefferson parted his lips, but the words wouldn't come to him.

His silence scared Adrienne.

"Jeff, please don't stop loving me, okay?" Adrienne tugged at the hem of his shirt tightly, and slowly raised her head from his arms. With tears flowing from her eyes, she begged, "Promise me that you'll always love me, okay?"

"I promise," Jefferson replied.

As soon as he said that, Adrienne's soft and hot lips pressed against his.