Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Husband, Warm The Bed!: Kabanata 1821 - Kabanata 1830

However, Adrienne did not respond to Jefferson anymore. She sounded more like she was mumbling to herself. "Little Specky..." Jefferson couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward. "Captain Hefner! If you want her to die, then keep coming!" Uriah shouted. He was glad to see that Jefferson was panicking. That girl wasn't kidnapped in vain after all, he thought. "Let her go, you can do whatever you want to me," Jefferson spoke sullenly. He gritted his teeth as his expression turned fierce. She was his Little Specky. No one else was allowed to bully her except him. "These *ssholes!" Jefferson cursed inwardly. Jefferson was anxious, but Uriah was not. With such a powerful hostage in his hands, he wanted to make full use of her to vent his anger out on Jefferson. Letting her go before that wasn't really his style. He looked at Jefferson, then over to Adrienne, who was still over Weldon's shoulder. He asked, "Captain Hefner, even though she's uncon

Adrienne had overheard Uriah and the others earlier. If it wasn't for Weldon's protection, she might not even be able to stand up at this instant, let alone have the strength to confront Uriah and turn the tables. "Okay." Jefferson didn't ask more but he couldn't resist taking a second look at her. He noticed a bump on her head, which made his heart ache so much that his fury rose again. He went over, raised his hand whilst holding the gun, and hit Uriah in the head. "You son of a b*tch!" Jefferson had struck down hard, and fresh blood started pouring down Uriah's temple. Although Uriah was afraid of death, he refused to be humiliated in front of all his subordinates. In a man's world, ego was more important than life. "I only have one life and I'm not afraid of anything. If I die today, your sweetheart is going to die with me." Uriah stared at Jefferson fiercely and shouted, "Don't worry about me. Pick up the guns and shoot them. Whoever kills Jefferson will ha

Only then did Adrienne realize that Jefferson had cold sweat all over his forehead. His face and lips were pale with color, which made her heart hurt so much that she almost couldn't breathe. She commented, "It must have been excruciating... I'll get you some glucose." "No!" Jefferson smiled as he noticed the tears in the corner of her eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed her head. "Little Specky, I'm really fine. Don't..." Before he could finish his words, Adrienne interrupted him, "Although the wounds have been bandaged, you have lost too much blood, so you shouldn't move around. Please lie down and I'll ask the doctor about your situation." However, as soon as Adrienne stood up, Jefferson reached out and pulled her back. "Why are you crying?" She had just told him to lie down, but he had sat up again. Adrienne was afraid that he would tear his wound, therefore she did not dare to struggle. "I told you to lie down and not move, didn't you hear me?" Jeffer

"Don't worry, get some rest. I'll be right here." Having been with Jefferson for so many years, Adrienne had never felt so needed by him. She didn't know how to feel. It felt a little bittersweet, but more than that, she felt a little distressed. "You have to stay with me!" As he spoke, Jefferson slowly fell asleep in a daze again, but his hands were still clasping hers tightly. Even if she had moved only slightly, he would grasp her tighter until she didn't dare to move anymore. About an hour later, the car finally reached Chatterton Town. Along the way, the doctor had made several calls to Adrienne to ask about Jefferson, who had been sleeping during the entire journey. After arriving, the doctor was prepared to hospitalize Jefferson for two days to be observed. However, Jefferson adamantly refused to stay over such minor injuries. Adrienne had no choice but to take him home.  Before leaving, Adrienne requested the doctor to prescribe some medicine. She also a

"Your husband had just been seriously injured last night, but you're rushing to send him to be investigated! What if they find some dirt on me? I might not be able to come home," Jefferson suddenly cried out as he came back to his senses. "What nonsense are you talking about? I believe that you didn't kill anyone and that you can come home safely. But..." Adrienne's face was full of worry. "Who told you to get yourself involved in a homicide? Plus, all the evidence points toward you." "All the evidence points toward me?" Jefferson rubbed her head, "Little idiot, since we have time now, fill me in on what's going on." "I am the forensic examiner of this case, and you are the prime suspect. I can't tell you anything, and it won't be good for either of us." Although Adrienne believed in his innocence, there was no evidence to prove it. They still needed Quill to investigate further to clear his name. So before Quill found a way to do that, she could not reveal too much i