My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) novel Chapter 1968

With that, Jefferson fell asleep with a smile.

As soon as Adrienne opened her eyes the next morning, she saw the smile on the corners of Jefferson's lips.

At that moment, she thought that Jefferson was actually quite good-looking.

However, because of his arrogant attitude, no one dared to look at him directly. How could people notice that he was handsome if he acted that way?

Looking at him, Adrienne couldn't help but put her hand on his face. She caressed the outline of his face gently and said, "Jeff, you will always be with me, right?"

She got close to him and nuzzled her face against his. "Jeff, you wouldn't know how afraid I was after finding out all those things about Sheridan."

"I was terrified that everyone around me was wearing a mask, and that no one was the person I knew them to be."

She shook her head and smiled bitterly. "If you, too, were like that, what would I have done? I suppose I might never be able to trust anyone ever again."

"I won't give you the chance," Jefferson suddenly answered, which startled Adrienne. She wanted to withdraw her hand but as soon as she moved, Jefferson pulled her right back. "I just caught you touching me in my sleep. How dare you try to run away now?"

"I..."

She wanted to deny it, but since she was caught on the spot, she had no choice but to admit it.

She figured she might as well go along with it. "You touch me all the time, so why can't I touch you?"

"Go ahead and touch me then. Touch me all over and however you want. You don't need to do it secretly," said Jefferson as he took her hand and pressed it on his face. "Go on," urged Jefferson.

Adrienne blushed as she withdrew her hand and hurriedly slipped out of bed. "It's late, I have to get up now. I have to go teach the children later."

"Adrienne Carter!" Behind her, Jefferson enunciated her full name. She looked back and Jefferson said with a solemn expression, "I meant every word I said to you."

She was stunned. It seemed like he had heard everything that she had said to him earlier.

He added, "Whether you like it or not, I'll always be with you."

"Okay."

He just poured his heart out to her, and all she replied was an 'okay'. Jefferson was that close to picking her up and throwing her out the second floor window.

"Miss Carter!"

Phoebe's voice suddenly sounded out from outside the house, saving Adrienne out of the situation.

Adrienne immediately poked out half her head out of the window. "Good Morning, Phoebe!"

Phoebe waved to her and said, "I brought you breakfast. Can you please come down and open the door for me?"

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Adrienne had reminded Phoebe countless times to stop sending breakfast over, but Phoebe still did so unimpededly, leaving Adrienne with no choice but to accept it.

"I know your husband is here, so I prepared two portions for you. I'll prepare more tomorrow if these aren't enough for the two of you." Enthusiastically, Phoebe handed the basket to Adrienne.

Adrienne took the basket over and glanced at it. It was loaded with food. "Phoebe, there's so much in here, it'll definitely be enough for the both of us."

Jefferson also waved down from the window on the second floor and shouted, "Thanks for sending us breakfast, Phoebe."

Phoebe raised her head and smiled at him. "I hope you can get used to countryside cuisine."

"For the two years I wasn't in Chatterton Town."

"Oh."

Jefferson sighed internally.

The longing to spank her was back.

Adrienne picked up an ear of sweet corn and chomped on it. She glanced at him and asked tentatively, "Jefferson, do you like children?"

"Not really."

Adrienne always poured all her attention on those village children. He hardly even had time to be jealous. How could he like them?

Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything to them because his little idiot liked them.

However, Adrienne did not know what was going on in Jefferson's heart. Hearing what he said, Adrienne's expression fell. "Oh."

"Is that the only word you know? Get straight to the point, will you?" said Jefferson, his ears burning in anger.

Adrienne said gloomily, "It's nothing."

He glared at her. "Adrienne, are you trying to piss me off?"

Adrienne, her temper equally building, roared back, "I just asked if you like children. You told me you don't like them, so what else do you want me to say? Am I supposed to tell you how cute they are and convince you to like them? Sorry, but I have better things to do with my time."

Irritated by her words, Jefferson retorted, "You think about those kids all day long without even sparing a minute for me. Then how could I like them?"