My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1980

Jefferson expressed his disapproval, but Adrienne insisted that there was nothing wrong with her body, so their tradition was carried out as usual.

Bruce happily invited everyone to the car and drove them to their destination.

All of them were close friends and they hadn't seen each other for a while. It was only natural for them to miss each other. On the way there, they chatted happily.

Hanging out with these childhood friends was always the time Adrienne could truly be herself.

On their way back from the airport, Adrienne and Freya had been chatting non-stop. It even seemed like they did not plan to stop talking after they had reached their destination.

The two of them were not only chatting, but also holding hands. They were so close that Jefferson had almost gone mad with jealousy.

At that moment, he wished that he just could rush up to them and pull Freya away from Adrienne so that he could hold that little idiot's hand himself.

Fortunately, Jefferson still had some sense of

reason.

He understood Adrienne. She hadn't seen Freya for such a long while, so they must have had a lot of catching up to do.

Though he understood that, he still shot a sharp glance at Freya from time to time, hoping that Freya would take the hint.

However, Freya, who was typically sharp, seemed to be out of it that day as she completely missed out on Jefferson's ferocious gaze.

While the two women babbled away, the men busied themselves too. They drank and sang, turning the atmosphere lively in no time.

Tommy raised his glass and said, "Guys, let's have a toast. I wish everyone all the best in the future!"

As all of them proceeded to raise their glasses, Adrienne poured herself a glass of orange juice and addressed them, "Thank you, everyone, for always taking care of me. A toast to all of you."

"Little Specky, it's just us here. Don't down your drink. Sip on it slowly." Jefferson was worried about Adrienne's so he got up and tried to grab the glass from her. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Bruce went ahead to stop him, saying, "Jefferson, take a closer look. It's just orange juice."

Jefferson kept quiet, and soon the banter started up again while Adrienne and Freya simply hid in a corner and whispered among themselves.

However, Jefferson would still look at Adrienne from time to time. Freddy couldn't stand it anymore so he said, "Jefferson, there are only us here, yet your eyes are still glued onto Adrienne. It's not like any of us here will do anything to her."

Jefferson looked at Freddy coldly. "What do you know?"

"What do you mean by that? Mind you, my wife hasn't talked to me ever since she met Adrienne. I too have been left behind, alright." Freddy filled their glasses and patted his chest. "But I understand why they are being like this though. They haven't met up in such a long time. They must have a lot to talk about. So let's just let them catch up with each other while we stay here in case they're in need of us. Don't you think so?"

Bruce continued, "Jefferson, Freddy's right. Let's drink. Adrienne is just right here. No one would dare to take her away under your watch."

"That's right, Jeff. You should listen to Freddy and Bruce. Since we're already out here, all of use should have fun. Don't worry about me. I know how to take care of myself." Adrienne added from the corner.

Jefferson was always watching out for Adrienne, and she was always cognizant of him too so she inevitably picked up on their conversation.

Adrienne's words proved that she hadn't forgotten him completely. Jefferson eased up a little and said, "If you're tired, let me know."

"These are our best friends. Would I still hide it if I was tired?" Adrienne smiled and pursed her lips. "You do you, just have fun."

Jefferson knew that Adrienne wasn't the type to mess around. After her repeated assurance, Jefferson finally let loose, drinking and singing happily.

Adrienne and Freya's conversation revolved mainly around the same topic. They somehow always ended up chatting about love.

For the past many years, Jefferson's feelings for Adrienne had grown so much deeper that it thrilled Freya. "Jefferson is sincere about his feelings for you. You should cherish it."

"I know." Adrienne smiled. "Freya, is Freddy not like that?"

"No, he is," Freya answered as she topped up Adrienne's glass with some juice. "Come to think of it, we're both very lucky. We get to meet someone we love, who loves us back. A partner that would be there for us for the rest of our lives." "Yes, you're right. We are very fortunate indeed." Adrienne

smiled and sipped on the juice. At the same time, she swallowed down the faint bitterness in her heart.

Adrienne was not blessed with a good father. She was unlucky in that respect. However, God did not neglect her as he had gifted her with the best husband in the world.

Adrienne once again looked toward Jefferson. Coincidentally, he was also looking at her, and their eyes met.

She smiled, parted her lips, and mouthed a few words at him.

Jefferson couldn't tell what she was saying at that moment so on their way home, he grabbed Adrienne and asked, "What were you muttering to me just now?"

"What? You didn't understand what I said just now?" In fact, Adrienne was wondering how he was able to stay that calm after seeing what she had mouthed at him. She even thought that he had become numb to her tactics but it turned out that he didn't catch on to what she was saying at all.

"Hurry up and say it," urged Jefferson.

"There are some things that can only be said once. It's fine if you didn't manage to catch it."

"You're asking for it, huh?" Jefferson threatened.

"Since you're being so fierce to me, I definitely won't tell you." Adrienne was the first to enter the house, with Jefferson following behind her. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and demanded aggressively, "Little Specky, if you don't tell me, I will skin you alive."

"Jeff..." As usual, Adrienne pulled out her trump card and instantly, Jefferson's temper dissolved.

His angry yet helpless look was adorable in Adrienne' eyes.

Yes, he was adorable.

It was the first time Adrienne had described him with such an adjective.

Adrienne smiled and reached out to poke at his face. "Do you love me a lot?"

Adrienne was sure that Jefferson would deny it, especially after seeing the sly smile on her face. Indeed, Jefferson followed up with, "Who would love a little idiot like you who doesn't even know how to take care of herself?"

"But I've fallen in love with you," Adrienne said in a soft and gentle voice.

Jefferson was stunned in an instant. The smile on Adrienne's face widened, making her look even more lovely. She continued, "Jeff, I said that I love you and you must love me too. You're not allowed to look at other women."

Adrienne still had a lot of words to say to him, but she had no chance to do so the moment Jefferson had regained his senses.

Adrienne had experienced Jefferson's overbearingness many times, yet somehow, he still managed to surprise her every single time.

He left her breathless as he pulled her deep into his waves of passion.

Adrienne was like a small boat in a vast ocean and she felt like she would be swallowed up by enormous waves at any time.

However, she would never be afraid as she had Jefferson by her side.

It was indeed a blessing to have Jefferson by her side. Adrienne thought.