My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1914

How could Adrienne understand Jefferson's pain?

He was a man who had just experienced the feeling of being a real man. But before he could even have enough of her being in his arms, he was relentlessly pestered by an important case, which occupied his waking hours from day to night. Now that his woman was right in front of him, he couldn't make a move on her.

Right then, he was finally free. Looking at the woman who he had been in love with for so many years, Jefferson's restraint was obvious as he limited himself to just hugging her.

"Are we going home or not?" Adrienne felt a little helpless. When Jefferson acted overbearingly, he was like the devil incarnate. But when he showed his temper, he was like a child. It melted Adrienne's heart; she couldn't push him away.

"Of course we're going home. I just want to hug you first." Jefferson held Adrienne and caressed her. He then lowered his head and sniffed her neck over and over again. It was as though his batteries had been recharged. He became more energetic, and said, "Baby, you smell so good."

Adrienne got goosebumps when he called her by that name. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. She did not forget that he had just said that she stank that morning.

They encountered a traffic jam on the way home. A road accident occurred some distance ahead of them and the traffic police were in the midst of handling it, so they couldn't get through for a while.

Jefferson had initially planned to viciously have his way with Adrienne when they got home. Therefore, upon encountering the traffic obstruction, Jefferson became frantic to the point that he wanted to alight from the car and use some other form of transportation to get home.

However, when he turned to look beside him, he saw that Adrienne had already fallen asleep while leaning back against the seat.

Her eyes were shut and her breaths were shallow. She seemed exhausted, but her appearance right then had an indescribable adorableness to it. It was lovable.

Jefferson's urges quietened down. His mind was full of gentle thoughts as he looked at her quietly.

What did he want in life? Wasn't it just for her to always stay by his side and grow old with him?

At that moment, she was sitting next to him. He could touch her at any moment. So, there wasn't any need to rush things.

Jefferson grabbed Adrienne's tiny hand in his large palm, softly squeezing it.

He didn't intend to wake Adrienne up, but Adrienne wasn't in a deep sleep to begin with. She woke up as soon as he held her hand. She couldn't fall back asleep; she hissed softly, "Jefferson, can you focus on driving?"

"I really want to, but we're stuck in traffic. How do you expect me to drive?" As he said that, a thought suddenly came to Jefferson's mind. He smiled evilly. "Why don't you sit on me? Let's spice up the ride home."

"You..." Adrienne blushed as she drew her hand back and quickly leaned away from him, against the window. "Don't talk such nonsense anymore, otherwise I..."

Jefferson unfastened his seatbelt and inclined towards her. In a low voice, he asked, "What will you do?"

"I-I'll teach you a lesson when we get home." After holding back her anger for half a day, Adrienne could only think of such an empty threat.

"Alright, I'll lie down obediently when we get home and wait for you to teach me a lesson," Jefferson said, hoping that she would keep her word.

Some scenes popped up in Jefferson's mind once again. When he thought of the fact that she was his, and that he had unlocked her womanhood, his heart fluttered even more.

His woman had the most beautiful eyes in the world.

Her lips were like cherries; her palm- sized face was rosy and tender, like a delicate flower petal.

His woman's waist was soft and lithe, and his palm fit perfectly around it.

His woman was the best woman in the universe.

His woman...

Honk... honk...

The car sirens brought Jefferson back to his senses. Seeing that the traffic had begun to ease, he fastened his seat belt again and drove carefully. After all, he was responsible for sending his woman home safely.

At home, the food sent over by Britney was the same as before. They were stored in heat-insulated containers, so that they wouldn't get cold. They could feast on them as soon as they opened the containers.

While enjoying the delicious food, Adrienne thought of Britney, who had painstakingly prepared the food for them. "Jefferson, let's have dinner at your parents' place tomorrow night."

Jefferson portioned some food for Adrienne and looked at her while asking, "You don't like going there, do you? So why do you want to go there for dinner all of a sudden?"

Adrienne was taken aback. She asked, "Did I ever say that I don't like having dinner at your parents' house?"

"You didn't. I just guessed it." Although she hadn't said it, Jefferson could tell from the look on her face. He noticed that she would eat less than usual whenever she had dinner with his parents.

Adrienne didn't have a big appetite to begin with. What if she ended up starving?

Thus, if it wasn't for an important matter, Jefferson was reluctant to take Adrienne home for a family dinner.

"I just feel like it's such a chore for your mother to send us food every day. As her son, you should take more time to visit her, and spend some time with her. You really should treasure spending time with her while you still have the chance to. Otherwise, you might regret it when the chance passes." Just like herself. Adrienne was studying abroad when her parents were still alive. In the end, she couldn't even see her parents one last time. She regretted it a lot.

She was Jefferson's wife, so she should be sensible. It was on her to remind Jefferson constantly, so that insensible man would know the importance of being a filial and grateful son.

Jefferson pinched her face and said, "It seems that my mother's effort didn't go in vain."

Adrienne slapped his hand away. "Use your mouth to speak, not your hands. Stop touching me whenever you talk to me." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Jefferson used actions to tell her that he would be touching her with his lips too.

Even while they were having dinner, Jefferson kept kissing Adrienne over and over, to the point that her lips became swollen and would hurt while she was drinking soup.

With plaintive eyes, she looked at Jefferson, who was eating his food delightfully. She asked, "Jefferson, are you a dog?"

Jefferson questioned in reply, "What about you, then?"

Adrienne replied, "I'm your master."

"My little b*tch!" Jefferson exclaimed.

Adrienne was first taken aback, then furious later on. "Mongrel, stinky dog, dirty dog..." She rattled off all the dog-related insults she could think of.

Not only did Jefferson not get angry, he was laughing like a fool, which further enraged Adrienne. Her eyes suddenly reddened. She ducked down and devoured the food greedily.

Jefferson asked, "What's the matter?"

Adrienne continued to eat and ignored him entirely.

Jefferson gripped her chin and forced her to look up. When he saw the tears in her eyes, his heart suddenly ached. "Why are you crying all of a sudden? Is it because you couldn't relieve your anger from just scolding me? Hit me, then."

Adrienne's tears streamed down her face and dripped onto his hand. His heart shriveled in an instant.

"If you're not going to hit me yourself, then I'll help you." Jefferson took Adrienne's hand and hit his chest with it. However, it didn't hurt him. It hurt Adrienne's hand instead, which made her cry even harder.

Jefferson was completely at a loss.

No matter how he teased her in the past, she would only pout and sulk. She would never cry like she was doing that day.

Jefferson told her again, "Little Specky, hit me. I promise that I won't fight back and I won't say a word even if you scold me."