My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1771

By the time his subordinates' replied, Jefferson already turned around and ran. His subordinates hurriedly followed him. Jefferson shouted, "Vincent, take your men and go around the left. Ian, you give chase from the right with your men. If he escapes, none of you will be leaving this place." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

D*mn it! Jefferson cursed inwardly.

If it weren't for these b*stards making trouble, he wouldn't have left Adrienne at home alone and not being by her side while she had nightmares.

Normally, he would feel pitiful even when Adrienne sneezed. At present, she just had a nightmare, yet he could not stay with her.

At that thought, Jefferson was filled with anger.

He had to let these brats have a good taste of the suffering Adrienne had gone through from her nightmare.

After Jefferson hung up, Adrienne got inexplicably worried.

Earlier on, she seemed to have heard the word 'escape'.

Who would escape in the middle of the night?

What on earth was Jefferson dealing with?

Was he drinking with Freddy and the others again?

Although it was past midnight, Adrienne did not concern herself with whether Freddy was sleeping and called Freddy immediately.

"Adrienne, it's so late. Why aren't you asleep?" Even in the middle of the night, Freddy picked up the call instantly. His muffled voice came from the other end of the line. Obviously, he was not with Jefferson .

"Sorry, I dialed the wrong number. You can continue sleeping." After that, Adrienne called Tommy and Bruce. Jefferson was not with them either. They also didn't know who Jefferson would be with other than them, this late at night.

Jefferson's close friends did not know his whereabouts. The next people Adrienne thought of were his parents.

Adrienne really wanted to call the Hefner family to ask if Jefferson was at home or if they knew about his whereabouts. But it was too late; she was concerned that they would worry about him. Her phone was already in her hand and she was ready to call Jefferson's parents. However, she didn't make the phone call in the end.

After thinking for a while, Adrienne finally dialed Quill's number.

Quill's voice was muffled just like Freddy's, the voice of a person woken up from sleep. "Adrienne, I finally finished the case. I could finally sleep well tonight. It's already midnight. Why are you calling me?"

Adrienne went straight to the point. "Sergeant Scott, do you still remember when Jefferson appeared at the murder scene covered in blood?"

How could Quill forget? This was something he would remember for the rest of his life.

Why did Adrienne suddenly ask about it again?

Quill guessed the reason behind it but he didn't want to be blunt about it. It was best if he could deceive Adrienne. "Isn't this over? Did you call me in the middle of the night to talk about it?"

Adrienne said again, "You haven't told me how Jefferson was cleared."

Sure enough! Sure enough! Quill thought.

Quill knew that Adrienne was obsessed with this. Previously, he had fooled her, but it seemed that she would not let him go this time even if it was in the middle of the night.

"Heaven help me!" Quill exclaimed in his heart.

Quill coughed and began to spout nonsense, "Hey, are you still suspecting Mr. Hefner? He's your man. Let me tell you, if you always doubt him this way, it will affect your relationship."

"He's not mine," Adrienne thought to herself.

She did not acknowledge it.

Adrienne knew that Quill was trying to change the topic, thus she did not answer him. "Sergeant Scott, you know that's not what I mean."

Quill pretended to be ignorant. "What do you mean then?"

"Tell me, why would Jefferson be covered with blood at the crime scene? Don't try to deceive me. As a leader, you have an obligation to tell the truth to your subordinates who also participated in the case." Adrienne began to suspect Jefferson's identity when he was suddenly appointed as leader of the special investigation team previously. Plus, he could easily get the information of the murder case the night before from Jarred. She grew more certain that Jefferson had a secret identity she did not know of.

However, she could not figure it out.

Logically speaking, Jefferson wouldn't be doing anything illegal. What reason did he have to hide it from her?

Quill was dejected. It was the middle of the night, and he had encountered such a difficult problem. He wished to just continue sleeping. "Adrienne..."

Seeing that Quill was in such a dilemma, Adrienne inferred that it must be related to Jefferson. "Sergeant Scott, I know that Jefferson has instructed you to not tell me his identity."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Quill interrupted. "Adrienne, since you know that, then why are you pressuring me now?"

Adrienne was determined to find out. "Tell me, I will never tell him."

Quill was on the verge of tears. "Adrienne, why do you have to trouble me like this..."

"Sergeant Scott, I won't tell Jefferson, but even if Jefferson knows about it, what can he do to you?" Adrienne became more agitated. She stopped and took a deep breath before saying, "Sergeant Scott, I'm not forcing you; I'm begging you. Tell me his identity, and he'll scold you at most after that. But if I don't know about it, I'll always be afraid that he'll be in danger..."

Yes, she was afraid.

The less she knew about his identity, the more afraid she was.

She must find it out. She had to know what he was doing at this instant and if there was anything she could help him with.

"Adrienne..." The worry in Adrienne's voice was obvious. After hesitating for a while, Quill gritted his teeth and went all out. "He was on the murder scene to pursue a drug dealer. The drug dealer

refused to be arrested, so they took action against him. The blood on him belonged to the criminal. We have asked our forensic colleagues to verify it. It had nothing to do with the victim."

"He arrests drug dealers?" Adrienne had suspected that Jefferson was an important person, but she did not expect for him to be a narc. Nares were exposed to great danger because they faced vicious drug criminals all the time.

How was Jefferson a narc?

Even if Jefferson wanted it, what about Mr. Albert?

Did he agree to Jefferson doing such a dangerous job?

Perhaps, Mr. Albert didn't know that Jefferson had accepted such a task at all.

Quill said, "Adrienne, that's all I know. I don't know his position."

"Thank you, Sergeant Scott." After hanging up, Adrienne thought of the sentence she heard on the call with Jefferson - someone had escaped.

It was the middle of the night, Jefferson did not come home, and there were other people around him. From this, Adrienne deduced that Jefferson was most likely carrying out a mission. Did the criminal run away?

From this conjecture and connecting it to the nightmare she just had... Was that dream warning her of something?