My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1835

In the study.

Jefferson was indeed busy. His subordinate, Vincent, was asking him for help. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Vincent cried out pitifully, "Boss, the men we caught are all so stubborn. They won't talk even when we put the evidence right in front of them. They even have the audacity to ask us if we're incapable of doing our jobs properly!"

"Since they aren't willing to talk, you don't have to ask any further. Just focus your time on getting the evidence of their drug dealings in order. I'll meet them in person tomorrow." Those brats were playing tricks on him. Jefferson had already expected this to happen, but he was not worried. He had his own methods to deal with them too.

Vincent stammered, "But, but boss, we've mobilized so many officers this time. Not only did we mobilize the whole team, but you even got the special agents involved... The superiors were very angry and ordered us to close the case within two days. Otherwise..." "Which son of a b*tch gave you that order?" Jefferson raised his eyebrows and suddenly, his voice became a little indifferent. He seethed, "Whoever it was, tell him to look for me directly. You're my subordinate, and you only need to listen to my orders."

This was what Vincent had been waiting to hear. He replied, "Boss, your words are enough of reassurance for me. If the superiors try to pressure me again, I will pass on your message. Everyone in our team knows that they are only pressuring us because you aren't around. If you were here, they wouldn't even have dared to make a squeak."

"Get to work. Stop kissing my *ss." After saying that, Jefferson hung up the phone.

At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts about the man named 'Stephen'.

Previously when he got duped, the name 'Stephen' had also appeared in that voice recording.

Who was Stephen?

Was he the head of the organization?

That was plausible. But right now, Jefferson had no information on him. It was going to be difficult to find out about the man in such a short time.

After racking his brain for a while, Jefferson thought of someone who he could ask for help. However, he halted after picking up the phone when he remembered that the person had just gotten married and returned to Chatterton Town not long ago. He probably didn't know much more than Jefferson, so Jefferson decided to put his phone away.

"Forget it, I won't think about it."

He decided that he would simply wait for the little idiot to torture him later that night.

The food she made was tough to swallow. Jefferson was basically risking his life by consuming her cooking, all just so that he could help her gain confidence.

He was a recuperating man at the moment, hence he could not afford to suffer through her torture. After thinking about it, he decided that it was better to have a backup plan.

Adrienne returned to the kitchen. She clumsily followed the cooking steps through the online recipe. First, she boiled a pot of water and placed the chicken inside. She then added some seasoning before putting it on high fire. Afterwards, she let the soup simmer on the stove.

It sounded easy, but after doing all of this, Adrienne was already dripping in sweat.

She lifted her sleeve and wiped her face carelessly. Then, she proceeded to wash some vegetables.

As she didn't know how to cook them any other way, she decided to just boil the vegetables. She boiled another pot of water and blanched the vegetables. Following that, she took them out and seasoned them with a pinch of salt. Just like that, she had made a healthy and delicious dish.

After the vegetables were cooked, the soup broth had turned into a nice light caramel color. It was ready to be served.

Looking at the soup she made, Adrienne felt quite a sense of accomplishment. She was as proud as a peacock as she had never thought that she possessed such a talent in culinary.

"This ought to show Jefferson that I'm much better at cooking than him. I'll tell him to learn from me in the future."

Adrienne took a small bowl and filled it up with the soup, wanting to taste test it. She even hummed a tune while she imagined how rich and delicious her soup must taste.

Unexpectedly, at the instant she swallowed the soup, she spat it right out.

She hadn't noticed earlier that she had added a little too much salt. No, not just a little. It was way too much salt and the soup tasted so horrible that it was barely drinkable. The whole pot had to go to waste now. Frustrated, Adrienne wondered what she should do.

Just as she was at a loss, Jefferson's voice suddenly rang from behind her. "Little Specky, what's taking so long?"

Adrienne was shocked and stuttered, "Oh, um, w-why did you come to the kitchen? You don't like the smell of oil, right? You'd better get out. Just wait for a few minutes."

"You are oddly considerate." His tall body leaned against the door frame while he showed her a faint smile, which made her feel guilty. "Why... why are you looking at me like that? It's making me flustered."

"You little idiot!" Jefferson came forward, took the bowl of soup from her hand and drank it in one gulp. He then asked, "When are you going to improve?"

Adrienne shrank her neck and waited for his scolding. She whispered, "It tastes very bad, isn't it?"

"It's alright." Jefferson's tongue was dripping in salt, but he still acted like it wasn't that bad. He knew that her cooking would be deadly. "Is the pasta done?"

Adrienne nodded in a daze and replied, "It's cooking."

She turned around to check on the pasta that she had put into the pot. Unfortunately, she had forgotten to turn on the fire, so the raw pasta was just sitting in the water.

She peeked at Jefferson again and chuckled awkwardly, "I think I forgot to turn on the stove just now."

"You think?" Jefferson poked her forehead and added, "You must've forgotten to turn it on.

Adrienne immediately replied, "I'll cook it now. It doesn't take that long to cook a portion for two."

"I knew you'd be unreliable, little idiot," scolded Jefferson. "Fortunately, I've prepared a backup plan."

Adrienne asked dumbfoundedly, "What backup plan?"

Ding dong-

The doorbell rang just in time.

Jefferson turned around to open the door, and when he came back, there were a few bags in his hand.

He explained, "I had someone to send some food over."

Adrienne stared at him quietly.

All of a sudden, she felt distraught. She was his wife, and he had injured himself over her. Yet, she could not even prepare a simple meal for him. What kind of wife was she?

"What are you waiting for?" Jefferson waved his hand and ushered, "Come and eat."

"Oh..." Adrienne responded defeatedly. Her drooping head was like a deflated ball, making her appear cute and silly.

Jefferson continued, "They're all your favorites."

"Oh..."

"What's wrong with you? Is that the only word you know?" Jefferson poked her forehead and remarked, "You are not good at cooking. If you can't do it well, then that's that. What's there to be upset about? Think about all the other things you are good at and cheer up. Got it?"

Adrienne cried out in frustration, "But you think I'm stupid."

Jefferson scooped out a portion of food and handed it over to her. He swiftly pinched her face and teased, "I was just joking with you."

Adrienne raised her eyebrows. "So... you don't really think I'm stupid then?"

"I'm not a fool, why would I fall in love with one?"

Hearing his reply, Adrienne finally cracked into a complacent laugh. "I knew it! I knew that you had a good impression of me."