My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1906

"Alright, I'll stay with you, I won't go anywhere." Jefferson patted her back and coaxed her to sleep like she was a child. To his surprise, that method worked wonders, as Adrienne slid into deep slumber not long after.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Jefferson's heart was full. He couldn't help tightening his embrace, whispering, "Little idiot, how can someone take your Jeff away from you? In my life, I will be your one and only."

"Mm." It was as if Adrienne had heard him in her dreams, she mumbled in reply and burrowed back into his embrace.

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Adrienne slept for hours on end, but was woken up by a delicious aroma.

Stretching, she opened her eyes in a daze. That was when she saw a magnified handsome face. It frightened her so much that she immediately rolled away. "Do you know how scary it is to see your face the first thing I open my eyes?"

"Am I really as scary as you make it out to be?" Jefferson asked as he lifted the quilt and pulled her out of bed. "It's time to get up and eat."

Adrienne said feebly, "But I still want to sleep."

Jefferson pinched her nose and said, "You haven't had a proper meal today. Besides, you should eat after an intense workout. You can go back to sleep after that."

"You're so bossy!" Adrienne head-butted him and said, "You control everything I do. I don't have any freedom at all."

Jefferson said, "Oh, I can be even more bossy, do you want that?"

"No!" Knowing what he was planning in his mind, Adrienne was determined not to give him any chance to do so. She quickly got out of the bed, put on her clothes and room slippers, and ran to the dining room in a panic.

Jefferson followed suit and sat beside her. He said, "I made these dishes for you myself. Did I do a good job?"

Adrienne looked at the dishes on the table. Appearance wise, they passed, but she doubted Jefferson could cook such dishes. "Mr. Hefner, did you really prepare these by yourself?"

"If not me, then who? You?" Jefferson reached out and gave her a bowl of soup. "Here, drink this. Tell me if it's good."

"It looks good." Adrienne took a small sip, and it tasted much better than she had expected. She took another mouthful and asked, "Mr. Hefner, are you really sure that you cooked this yourself?"

"Is there a problem with that?" It seemed that it was not wrong to ask his mother for help when it came to cooking soup.

"Tell me the truth, Mrs. Yard cooked this, right?"

"My mom is out with her friends today, she doesn't have the time to cook this for us." Jefferson smiled and said, "But what you said is some sort of a compliment to me. I'm very happy to hear that."

"Did you really cook this yourself?" Adrienne asked.

"Yup!"

Adrienne took a bite of the other dishes and chomped on it as she commented, "Not bad."

Seeing that Adrienne was eating delightfully, Jefferson was happy too. The three- hour effort that he had put into cooking them was totally worth it.

"You should eat too." Adrienne picked up some food for him. "Jeff, I find that you're getting so much sweeter these days. It's starting to seem like you really like me. Make sure you keep letting me feel your love for me like this, okay?"

"As long as you're willing to." Jefferson said as he wiped the sauce left on the corner of Adrienne's lips. Staring at her with his gentle eyes, he found that Adrienne was so adorable that he couldn't help but want to dote on her more.

After finishing the meal, Adrienne put down her utensils and burped contentedly. "Mr. Hefner, tell me, how did you manage to cook all these by yourself."

"What do you mean by 'how did I manage to cook all these by myself'?" Jefferson asked.

Adrienne answered, "I mean, how did a person like you, who used to burn down the kitchen when you cook, transform into such a great cook?"

"Well, the reason is simple. It's because you don't know how to cook, so I need to learn how to," Jefferson replied.

"Fair enough..." Adrienne couldn't refute that reason.

Ring...

Their mobile phones in the bedroom and dining room rang at the same time. It was likely that a new case had happened.

Adrienne quickly went back to the bedroom to answer her phone, "Hello, Adrienne speaking."

After some words from the other party, Adrienne nodded and replied, "Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, she checked the time.

It was 10 o'clock at night.

Jefferson, too, came in after hanging up the phone. He walked over to her and held her in his arms, saying, "This job is so annoying. We don't even have a specific time to rest. Why don't you just resign?"

"Although I don't like being a forensics doctor, I'll still do my best. Since I've chosen to work in this field, I will never back down over some trivial matters." More importantly, Adrienne still hadn't found out who her parents' murderer was. Her job as a forensics doctor allowed her to get in touch with cases and information that might help her find clues for her parents' case. Once she resigned from that position, it would be more difficult for her to do so.

How could Jefferson not understand what Adrienne was thinking? He caressed her head and said, "Since you're this determined, then let's go now."

By the time Jefferson and Adrienne arrived at the crime scene, they noticed that the police officers who arrived before them wore a stern face and the atmosphere was tense.

As soon as Jefferson took two steps forward, a police officer reported to him, "Captain Hefner, the victim is a pregnant woman, going on for about eight months."

Jefferson had heard of such cases before, but it was his first time coming across one, so he still felt somewhat uncomfortable. However, he was more worried about Adrienne.

He returned to Adrienne's side and gave her a heads-up. "The victim is a pregnant woman. You should be mentally prepared for it."

In her forensics uniform, Adrienne felt energetic and was no longer as weary and lazy as she was on the bed. She no longer looked adorable but exuded an imposing aura.

As Jefferson was looking at her, he heard her replying with a stoic face, "Captain Hefner, thank you for reminding me, but right back at you. We're at work now. Let's keep it professional."

Then, Adrienne turned and walked to the victim's body.

Jefferson was speechless.

How could this woman speak to him in such an indifferent tone after what hey had done that afternoon?

The victim's big bulging belly was especially eyecatching. It was a place where a life had been nurtured!

Indifferent as Adrienne might seem on the surface, distress was still getting to her. If the child's father came back and saw what had happened, the despair would be unimaginable.

The victim was neatly dressed. There was no obvious injury on her body, which ruled out the possibility that she had had a dispute before her death.

Her face was pale, and there were white remains at the corner of her mouth. Adrienne collected the evidence one by one, and judged preliminarily that the pregnant woman was poisoned to death. As for what type of poison, the body had to be carried back for further autopsy to affirm it.

At the same time, Jefferson did not stay idle. After a background search, they learned that the victim was Florence Fisher, a 22 year-old woman who had moved to that rented house by herself a few

months ago.

Her neighbors had never caught a glimpse of her family nor had she interacted with the people around her since she'd moved in. She would always do things alone and the only person who kept in contact with her was her landlord, Susan.

The person who first found out that Florence was dead and called the police was also Susan, who had gone there to collect rent from her.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.