Semua Bab My Husband, Warm The Bed!: Bab 1851 - Bab 1860

They all knew how much Jefferson had wanted to marry Adrienne since the beginning. After more than a decade of hard work, he had finally gotten the girl he had been waiting for. How could he possibly let her go so easily? However, Jefferson was too egoistic. Although he was unwilling to admit defeat on the surface, he felt very regretful on the inside. As they were chatting, the door of the private room opened again, and the two of them stepped in, hand in hand. It was as if their earlier argument had just been an illusion. Their friends were shocked at this sight. "Jefferson, Adrienne... You guys..." Jefferson returned to his seat in a good mood, while Adrienne quickly served him a bowl of soup. "Mr. Hefner, this hot and delicious soup was cooked by Freya. You can have two bowls of it to nourish your body." Jefferson took the bowl over with a smile and said, "Okay." Adrienne watched with a smile as he drank the soup. Then, she asked gently, "How doe

Adrienne thought of several candidates who could take over Quill, but they were all caught up in their own duties. There was no way any of them had the time to take over as the captain of the Paramount Criminal Police Team. The phone on her desk rang as she was pondering about it. She immediately answered, "Hello, forensic department, Adrienne speaking." Zelson's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Adrienne, Quill's replacement has arrived. He wants all of us to gather in the conference room. Get ready." "Oh, okay." Adrienne nodded in a daze, hung up the phone, and said to Linette, "I heard that the new captain has arrived, and he wants all of us in the conference room. I guess we'll know who he is soon. No need to keep guessing." Linette nodded. "Okay." ...... In the conference room. All the employees from each department were seated, including Quill. The captain's seat remained empty. Everyone's eyes kept turning over to the en

Jefferson did not say anything more. Just then, the police officer brought over the person who made the report. Jefferson went over and scrutinized the person. He asked in a low voice, "What's your relationship with the victim?" "I-I..." Logically, the first question most people would ask was something along the line of "Were you the one who made the report?" "When did you find the corpse?", and other routine questions as such. However, Jefferson was no ordinary man. His first question was to ask about their relationship. The person who made the report stammered for quite a while before he managed to utter, "I have nothing to do with the victim." "No relationship at all then?" Jefferson's gaze was sharp as he said with a faint smile, "Forensics will need to run a DNA test to identify the corpse. You could barely even see his face, how are you so sure that you don't know the victim?" "I-I..." The person stammered again and answered after a moment, "It's because I

There was only one set of keys to open the door to the rooftop, which Pablo had always carried with him. Usually, no one was willing to go to the rooftop. On the 10th of every month, the cleaners would clean the rooftop. Pablo would open and close the door himself. The key had never left his side.  Now that a decayed corpse had suddenly appeared on the rooftop, it would make sense that he was treated as the prime suspect.  At this time, Pablo felt that he could not argue against it. "I don't know who killed the person and dumped the body on the rooftop, but I'm sure I didn't kill anyone. You must find out who the killer is. You shouldn't accuse a good citizen like me wrongly ." "Are you sure you didn't kill him?" Jefferson retorted with a stoic face. No one could tell what he was thinking. Pablo argued, "Captain Hefner, please think about it carefully. Everyone in Peaksky Building knows that the only key to open the door to the rooftop is in my hands. If I

Adrienne raised her hand and touched her cheek where Jefferson had just kissed her. She felt that her cheeks were burning. When Jefferson first came here, Quill had advised them to separate business from pleasure. It had only been a while, but Jefferson openly treated her this way. If someone else were to see it, they would be in trouble. However, she couldn't decide what other people wanted to say. As long as she knew that she and Jefferson had nothing to hide about their relationship, she didn't have to care about what other people think of them. Adrienne stopped thinking about it and planned to collect the autopsy report. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Zelson the moment she turned around. She greeted, "Mr. Zelson..." Zelson stood at the door of her office, and his eyes were fixed on her. His eyes were solemn, and no one knew what he was thinking. He did not respond even when Adrienne greeted him. She called out again, "Mr. Zelson, you're back." "Yes." Ze