My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1837

"Little idiot..."

Other than calling her, Jefferson didn't know what else he could say. He always thought he didn't have a place in Adrienne's heart, hence he had rejected her proposal to organize a wedding. But now, he was sure that she cared about him.

Knowing this little idiot, if she never cared about him, she would definitely not be so concerned about his affairs.

However, it was likely that she did not even know how much she cared for him. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

It didn't matter if she didn't know, as long as he did.

Adrienne pouted angrily and said with slight dissatisfaction, "You're scolding me again. Was I wrong?"

"You're truly a little idiot!" Jefferson rubbed his chin against her head and lightly pinched her face, "You're such a lovable little idiot."

"What on earth do you mean?" Jefferson called her 'little idiot' all the time, be it when he was happy or upset. Adrienne felt like it was no longer a term to insult her anymore, but it had become her nickname now.

"Shush! Little idiot, don't speak. Just let me hug you." There were too many things that he wanted to say to her, but he couldn't. All he could do was to hold her tightly. He wished he could just envelope her completely and stay that way forever. Then, no one would be able to capture her when he was not around.

"Oh..." Adrienne replied softly and let him hold her as he wished. After some time had passed, Adrienne felt like she was getting a cramp. "It's getting late. Go and wash up. I'll help you change

your wound dressing after."

When she realized she was still on his lap, she panicked, "How are your legs? Does it hurt at all? I'm telling you, I'm quite heavy. You'd better not hug me again before your injuries recover."

"Hush! Keep quiet. Let me hug you just a little longer." Adrienne was distressed about Jefferson's wounds, but he couldn't care less. All he wanted to do was to hold this little idiot.

"Jefferson, stop fooling around." Adrienne thought that he was throwing a tantrum again and she felt helpless. "If you let me change your wound dressing, I will do whatever you ask me to when you recover."

"Are you serious?" Jefferson raised his eyebrows in doubt.

"Would I dare to lie to you, Mr. Hefner?"

"Then, kiss me." Jefferson pointed at his lips and instructed, "Kiss me here, hard."

Looking at the smug look on his face, Adrienne blurted in disgust, "No!"

"Little Specky, have you forgotten what you just said?"

Adrienne stammered, "I... I didn't mean this kind of thing! I mean other things, anything but this. Besides, your injuries have not recovered yet. Well discuss it once you're healed."

Jefferson leaned against the chair and huffed, "I won't change my dressing if you won't kiss me."

"You..." Adrienne hesitated for a while. Because she was worried about his injury, Adrienne gave in and leaned over to gently kiss his lips. As soon as their lips touched, she backed away. "Are you happy now?"

Jefferson shook his head. "No."

"But I did as you said."

"I told you to kiss me hard. You barely even touched my lips. How can that count as a kiss?"

Adrienne was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she still kissed him. This time, she no longer grazed their lips. Instead, she kissed him the same way he usually did.

She wanted to kiss him until he was out of breath, making it as a warning not to bully her as he pleased. Who would have thought that she would end up becoming the one who was being kissed instead..? When the kiss finally ended, her brain was still fuzzy.

The next day.

At the Paramount Criminal Police Team in Chatterton Town.

A police officer knocked on Quill's office door. He entered as soon as he heard Quill ask him to come in. Before Quill could question, he said hurriedly, "Sergeant Scott, the report you asked for has come out."

"What's the result?" Quill immediately put down his work and looked at the man. "Can we close the case by the deadline given? This evidence is the key to this case. I hope nothing goes wrong with it."

"Good news, Sergeant Scott." The man handed the file to Quill and said, "The video that Jefferson gave us shows the murderer in action. The identification department has run multiple tests on it and confirmed that it is admissible as evidence. That is to say, we can close this bar homicide case once and for all." "Is the murderer really the man named Uriah?" Quill flipped through the document. "Drug trafficking and murder... What a terrible man. If they don't catch him soon, who knows how many more people will be hurt?"

The man nodded in agreement. "Fortunately, he has been arrested. He won't be hurting anyone else again."

"Sure, he was arrested, but there are still many people like him who go unpunished." Although he had just gotten good news, Quill did not crack a smile. They still hadn't found any leads for the cases with the dismembered corpses. Thinking about all those murderers lurking in the dark, he shivered uncontrollably. "Danny, do you think I'm useless?"

"Sergeant Scott, you're being too hard on yourself. Nowadays, everyone in Chatterton Town knew that you have led us to solve several big cases. Just two days ago, I overheard some people talking about you. They even referred you as Chatterton Town's own Quill Holmes."

"You know, sometimes I lie to myself and believe that I'm amazing and capable. After all, I've solved so many big cases." Quill smiled helplessly. "But I know very well that

the reason why I was able to solve those cases was only because of Jefferson."

"It's true that Jefferson provided you with clues, but the one who solved them in the end was you."

Quill shook his head and said, "If he hadn't given me those clues, I might not have even found a way out yet, let alone solving the case... I'm a captain, yet I need a narcotics team leader to help me solve cases. How much more embarrassing can I be?"

Danny reasoned, "Sergeant Scott, don't compare yourself to Jefferson. He is not an ordinary man. He had only become the head of the narcotics team for several months. Yet his reputation has grown in such a short time, no one dares to come to Chatterton Town to mess around anymore." There were many rumors about Jefferson, but the most well-known one amongst the police was his accomplishments these past few months as the leader of the narcotics team. He was widely admired by many officers.