My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1963

Thanks to the villagers, Adrienne and Jefferson's dinner was settled.

Like Adrienne, Jefferson wasn't much of a cook but he didn't just sit around idly. He took the initiative to serve the food while saying, "Let's hurry up and eat so we can have an early night after dinner."

The sun had not even set and there were still many people out at the field yet Jefferson felt the obligation to urge her to go to bed early.

Adrienne rolled her eyes at him and did not say anything.

Jefferson could not care less, and kept on nagging at her, "Adrienne, do you know how long has it been since you left me?"

Jefferson emphasized, "20 days and 10 hours."

Even so, Adrienne was still giving him the cold shoulder.

"Do you know how I lived during that period of time? Those days felt like years," Jefferson added. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Adrienne glanced at him with her head tilted. It did not seem like he missed her at all.

If he missed her, it was probably only because he had no one else to bully when she wasn't around.

While talking, Jefferson held Adrienne in his arms and rubbed his chin on her head. He asked, "Little Specky, don't you miss me at all?"

Adrienne retorted coldly, "Take your hands off me."

"I haven't seen you for so long, can't I kiss or hold you? Are you asking me to be a monk?" asked Jefferson aggrievedly.

Adrienne sneered. "Eunice still likes you, doesn't she? You don't have to be a monk as long as you don't mind being with her, right?"

"Don't mention that woman to me." The mere mention of Eunice's name made Jefferson's blood boil. Even his gaze towards Adrienne turned stony, as if she was the one who provoked him.

"It's good that someone likes you but why aren't you happy about it?" Adrienne was elated with his reaction, but she didn't want him to notice the mild excitement she felt.

"I said not to talk about her, didn't you hear me?" said Jefferson, with a solemn look on his face.

Adrienne wanted to laugh at his morose face as she continued to tease him, "Why not? Did something happen between you two while I was gone?"

"Even looking at that woman makes my eyes sore." Upon receiving the news that Adrienne had disappeared, Eunice would bother Jefferson every single day. No matter how hard he tried, he just could not drive her away.

In the end, Jefferson ordered his men to dump her into a trash can in a public area out of anger, and it was only after that embarrassing debacle that she stopped harassing him.

To tell the truth, Jefferson wondered if there was something wrong with Eunice's brain. Everyone knew that he hated Eunice; he only had eyes for Adrienne. Yet, Eunice would follow him around like a dog. How disgusting.

Adrienne was just asking him about Eunice as a joke, but when she saw Jefferson's reaction, she started to feel a little uneasy at the thought that they actually might have done something behind her back while she was gone. She asked, "Did something really happen between you two?"

"What do you think?" Jefferson looked at Adrienne discontentedly. If she had not run away from home and given Eunice that window of opportunity, would he have had to go through such disgust?

When all was said and done, the one who caused that mess was that little idiot standing in front of him.

"Jefferson, you are my husband now. If you dare to do anything that would hurt me, I will make sure you..." Before Adrienne could finish her sentence, she suddenly realized that she was overreacting.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself. How could she be so upset just because of some assumption she had?

"You'll make sure I what?" Jefferson's temper dissolved in an instant. He looked at Adrienne with a smile. "You're finally admitting that I'm your husband, huh? I thought you'd forgotten that completely."

Ashamed, Adrienne said, "Go away."

"No, I refuse," Jefferson replied.

Adrienne gnashed her teeth in anger.

With a smirk on his handsome face, Jefferson went up to her and asked, "Little Specky, tell me, are you jealous?"

Adrienne would rather die than admit that so she denied, "Huh, who said that I'm jealous?"

"Then why did you get mad all of a sudden? I know you're stupid, but I'm not. Your reaction is completely different from earlier," said Jefferson.

Knowing that he was right, Adrienne blushed and huffed, "Take your hand off me."

Jefferson, who had subconsciously put an arm around her waist once again, said, "No, I want to keep holding you like this."

"Are we still having dinner?"

"Instead of dinner, I would rather have..."

Adrienne picked up a chicken drumstick and shoved it into Jefferson's mouth. "Don't even think about it for at least a year."

Jefferson took two bites of the drumstick and retorted, "Adrienne, do you know that if I don't use 'it' for too long, it might degenerate?"

Adrienne said, "Just focus on eating. Stop blabbering nonsense."

What sins had she committed in her past life for her to meet such a shameless man?

What's more, what was he thinking about all day in that dirty mind of his?

All he did was bully her and nothing else.

All of a sudden, a loud thunder was heard.

It was as if the heavens were sending a warning to Jefferson.

"Women's moods really change like the weather," mumbled Jefferson, as he chewed on his food in displeasure.

Adrienne, on the other hand, took a worried look at the ceiling. "The roof leaks but I haven't found anyone to repair it yet. It's about to rain again.

What should we do?"

They were staying at a two-storey house built of wood. The owner of the house built it, but left before he ever got the chance to stay in it. Adrienne rented it when she got here.

The house was new, but it was not kept in repair due to the lack of occupancy.

In that mountainous area, the weather was unpredictable. The rain came and went. For the month Adrienne had been there, she would always remind herself to get someone to fix the roof whenever it rained, but once the rain stopped, she would forget all about it.

At that moment, it was about to rain again. The sky was getting dark too, so they wouldn't be able to get someone to repair it then.

Furthermore, the weather was getting colder. With the rain and the wind, they probably would not be able to get a good night's sleep that night.

Just as Adrienne was worrying, Jefferson pointed at himself. "What are you worried about when your man is here?"

Adrienne did not reply.

Should she really expect that man, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, to help her patch up the roof?

"Is there a ladder?" Jefferson piped up.

Adrienne pointed to the corner of the room. "Yes."

"Just wait and see," said Jefferson, as he turned and walked toward the ladder. He lifted the ladder with one hand and told Adrienne, "You can enjoy your dinner here. I'll take care of what's going on outside."

"Can you do it though?" Adrienne had many doubts about his handyman skills.

"Adrienne, I'm a man. Please don't look down on me." Jefferson glared at her discontentedly and walked out with the ladder.

Adrienne followed suit, speaking hurriedly, "Jefferson, I didn't mean to look down on you. You've never done stuff like this, have you? What if you fall while you're up there?"