My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1759

"It's no trouble at all. I'll get you a room now," the receptionist responded. At that moment, Adrienne was an angel in her eyes. When she received their IDs without any further argument, she was almost moved to tears.

The receptionist commenced the registration swiftly. Upon receipt of the payment, she made preparations and handed over two access cards to them. "Dear customers, your room number is 8818. You may take the elevator on the left to the eighth floor."

Jefferson still looked indifferent, while Adrienne took their IDs and access cards, saying, "Thank you!" "Give me a deluxe single room." After the receptionist watched Jefferson and Adrienne walk into the elevator, another man appeared in front of the counter when she turned around. To be more specific, it was a man who looked a little cold, yet handsome.

What sort of luck was this? The receptionist wondered. Would handsome men fall from the sky in stormy weather?

The receptionist had been scolded by Jefferson earlier on. She did not dare to stare at this new handsome stranger anymore, but said with a professional attitude, "Sir, please show me your identity card."

Zelson handed it over. The receptionist continued to ask, "Are you going to pay by cash or card?"

Zelson gave her his bank card and replied, "Credit card."

The receptionist finished the registration process quickly. Then, she handed him his identity card and an access card with both hands, saying, "Sir, your room number is 8816. You may take the elevator on the left to the eighth floor. Have a pleasant stay."

"Thank you!" Zelson took the room card and nodded politely to her.

In Room 8818.

Adrienne swiped the access card. After that, Jefferson kicked the door open, carried her into the room, and kicked the door closed again. Lastly, he threw her onto the large bed in the room.

"Mr. Hefner, can't you be gentler?" Adrienne chided. Fortunately, the bed was soft. Otherwise, she thought that her body would break apart after being tossed around like cargo.

"Gentler? I haven't settled things with you yet. It's good enough that I didn't skin you alive, yet you still want me to be gentler?" Jefferson asked. He stood by the bed looking down at her.

"What's wrong with you now?" Adrienne asked. Wasn't he just a little nicer to her earlier on? Why did he change his attitude in a blink of an eye? Adrienne sighed. She knew that she couldn't expect too much from him.

"What's wrong with me now?" Jefferson questioned in return. Adrienne had no idea how worried he was when he found out that she had been caught up in a murder case. What if the murderer didn't escape and killed her too?

Yet, Adrienne was not aware in the slightest that she just had a brush with death not long ago. "Adrienne, do you want to die?" Jefferson asked.

Adrienne did not respond.

She didn't want to quarrel with him. Since she couldn't win at arguments with him, she could only avoid them.

Jefferson glared at her. "Do you know what you've done wrong?"

Adrienne answered, "Yes, I got it."

To Jefferson, no matter she was wrong or not, it would always be her fault in the end. This was not the first time this had happened. Adrienne thought that the smart move would be to admit that she was wrong.

From her gaze, Jefferson could tell that she was just glossing it over. Hence, he said, "Tell me about it."

Adrienne fell silent.

Jefferson put on a straight face and stared at her seriously. "Little idiot, listen to me carefully. You can't drive alone in the heavy rain or go out alone in the middle of the night in the future. Also, you can't act on your own if you get any more clues about your parents' death."

Adrienne nodded with each sentence. It was not until he mentioned her parents that she jumped up from the seat instantly and asked, "How do you know that I received clues about my parents' case?"

Jefferson ignored her question and continued, "Adrienne, I'm talking to you. Do you understand what I'm saying? Will you remember it?"

Adrienne stared at him with her eyes wide open. "I'm asking you, how did you know that I received clues about my parents' case?" "F*ck!" Jefferson was so frustrated that he swore.

Adrienne did not give up either. "Jefferson, answer me."

"I went to pick you up from work in the evening but you weren't there. After checking, I found that you went to Winey Farm. For what other reason would you come to this f*cking place in such a heavy downpour?" Jefferson asked. How could he tell her that he had installed a GPS chip in her mobile phone as he was worried about her safety? He also would not tell her that he had gotten someone to check her phone call and text message records.

Even though Jefferson made up this reason on the spot, Adrienne still believed it because she knew that he knew her and her weakness very well. She couldn't help but lie back on the bed feebly and said, "Jefferson, I'll make it clear to you now. This is my issue. Don't meddle with my business."

"Do you think I want to meddle in it? I'm f*cking worried that I'll become a widower!" Jefferson retorted. What did she mean by asking him not to interfere? Every word of hers was enough to make him reach a boiling point.

"Then, we can get a divorce. From then on, my life and death will have nothing to do with you. Jefferson, just listen to me once. Don't concern yourself with my affairs in the future and you'll live a good life," Adrienne said. She had always felt an inkling that her parents' murder case was not a simple murder. The truth of the incident might be something completely unexpected. She did not want the people around her to get involved in it.

Adrienne had grown up with Jefferson. Although he often bullied her, he did not do anything bad to her. She did not want to drag him into it, so she said, "Let's get a divorce tomorrow."

Divorce!

Divorce!!!

Adrienne mentioned divorce every day. Did she really think that Jefferson would not dare to divorce her?

Jefferson was so enraged that he laughed and agreed to it. "Okay!"

"You agreed?" Adrienne did not expect him to agree so quickly this time. For a moment, she could not believe her ears.

"What did I agree to?" Jefferson asked.

Adrienne answered, "To get a divorce with me tomorrow."

But Jefferson then asked, "Adrienne, do you have a single dollar to your name left?"

"No," Adrienne answered. She did not forget that Jefferson had scammed all the savings in her bank card out of her. Even the petrol money of the previous night was borrowed from her colleagues.

"You want to divorce me when you don't have money? That's ridiculous," Jefferson sneered. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Adrienne was furious. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Jefferson, you scammer. Why don't you go rob this hotel while you're at it?"

"I wish I could, but robbery is against the law," Jefferson replied.

Adrienne was infuriated by his brazenness. "Forget it," she thought. She wouldn't argue with him. It would only enrage her more if she continued to argue with him. She turned around and got out of bed to take a warm bath so as not to catch a cold.

Adrienne could finally settle down without Jefferson annoying her. Upon that, she thought of the murder case of that night and wondered about the contents of the note in the victim's hand.

If the victim was the witness of her parents' murder two years ago, now that the witness had been killed, the clue she had just found had gotten lost again...

Forget it, she told herself. If it was lost, then

so be it. She had plenty of time to keep looking for more clues.

There were no such things as a perfect crime in the world. As long as there was a murder, there would surely be a clue left.

If she was given a little more time, she would definitely be able to find out who the murderer was.