My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1967 She Called His Name In Her Sleep

Adrienne threw the towel at his face and huffed, "Do what you want. If you don't dry yourself and catch a cold, it's your own fault. You're a full-grown man, I'm not going to take care of you."

"What a heartless woman!" Jefferson took away the towel which Adrienne had used to cover her face. "Since you don't want to dry me off, then don't. I will stay cold because no one will feel sorry for me even if I fall sick anyway."

"You..." Adrienne laughed out of frustration. "Are you a three-year-old child? Could you not be this childish?"

"Am I being childish? I'm sad because you don't care about me," replied Jefferson.

Adrienne really was powerless against him. She knew that if she didn't help him, he would really stay there in the cold. So, she gave in. "Turn around."

"What do you mean 'turn around'?" Jefferson reached out and pulled her into his arms. Then, he said arrogantly, "Adrienne, you've seen and touched every last inch of me. So why are you pretending like you've never seen me naked? You'd better stop that."

"Let go of me." Adrienne's face was pressed tightly to his chest, and she could hear his steady heartbeat. Immediately after, he picked her up by the waist.

Her body was suddenly hoisted into the air. Spooked, Adrienne instinctively reached out and hugged his neck. The distance between them closed and they could feel each other's breath on their skin.

"Jefferson, what are you doing?" While Adrienne was rattled, Jefferson set her down on the bed.

His imposing figure approached her. Seeing him getting closer to her, Adrienne closed her eyes out of instinct.

However, in the next second, a thought suddenly came to Adrienne's mind. She immediately reached out to stop him, saying, "Jefferson, no, absolutely not..."

"What's wrong?" Adrienne's sudden, firm resistance made Jefferson stop in his tracks. He looked at her and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, it's just that..." Adrienne hadn't figured out how to tell Jefferson about the baby. She was a little anxious at the moment; her face turned pale with fear.

She was still claiming there was nothing wrong despite the fact that her face was as pale as a sheet. That woman was about to drive him insane.

Jefferson stuffed her into the quilt and said discontentedly, "It's not like I'll devour you. Are you really that scared?"

Even then, he was harsh towards her. Adrienne's nose twitched and tears began welling up in her eyes. "Can you stop being so fierce to me?"

"Was I being fierce though?" Seeing her aggrieved and pitiful look, Jefferson couldn't help but soften his tone. "Little idiot, when have I ever done anything to hurt you?"

He had never done that, but she would feel anguish whenever he yelled at her, and the urge to cry welled up without her wishing it.

Jefferson caressed her head and sighed. "Have I ever forced you into it when you didn't want to? Let's just sleep then."

Adrienne sank into the quilt while Jefferson turned around to dry himself off. He casually wrapped a towel around himself and lay next to her. She wanted to inch away, but unexpectedly, the moment she did, Jefferson pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. He said again, "Let's sleep." "I can't sleep comfortably like this." Jefferson's muscles were firm and he was holding her that tightly.

Adrienne couldn't sleep well in that position, but he refused to let go. Instead, he said, "I dare you to move again."

Adrienne kept quiet.

How could Jefferson think that he wasn't being fierce to her?

If that wasn't considered fierce, what was it then?

Adrienne didn't dare to move again and let him hold her. After a long time, as she was about to fall asleep, Jefferson's pleasant, but arrogant voice sounded above her head. "I haven't seen you in so long. Can't I just hug you?"

It wasn't that Adrienne didn't want him to hug her, she was just worried that he wouldn't be able to control himself. She didn't want anything to happen to their baby because they were caught up in the heat of the moment.

In fact, Adrienne liked his hugs. His body was warm; he could drive the coldness of the night away so that she could finally have a good night's sleep.

She instinctively snuggled up into his arms as Jefferson held her in his arms. "Don't move, sleep well."

Jefferson was struggling to suppress his desires. For that little idiot, he had to.

"I'm sorry, Jefferson!" She suddenly apologized in his embrace.

Jefferson already knew what she meant. "What's the use of apologizing? You know your mistakes. Just don't do anything to worry me again."

"I won't." No one was obligated to wait for her to realise her mistakes. Adrienne had to learn how to control her own emotions and work on herself so that she could stand proudly beside him as his equal.

"You little idiot!" Although it was an insult, the way Jefferson looked at her was gentle and affectionate.

After a while, Adrienne fell asleep. Meanwhile, Jefferson, who had been busy for the past several days, was not sleepy at all.

Jefferson looked down at Adrienne's sleeping face and could not resist kissing her on the forehead.

It took him that long to find her. It wasn't just longing he felt, but also worry.

Jefferson was worried that Adrienne wasn't eating or sleeping well. He worried himself sick over whether she was having nightmares every night or whether she was losing weight...

When Jefferson saw her earlier, it struck him that she had lost weight, but she was doing quite well mentally. At that moment, a huge burden was lifted off his chest.

Jefferson was not someone who was good at expressing his feelings, nor did he know how to coax a girl with sweet nothings. He only knew how to tell her frankly that he loved her.

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If she wouldn't believe him the first time, then he would keep saying it until she did.

He had been saying it to her for that long, but Adrienne still wouldn't understand his feelings.

At that thought, Jefferson gently grabbed her hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it again and again. "Adrienne, you have no idea how much I love you. I was worried to death when I couldn't find

you. I bet you never thought about how I would live on if something happened to you."

When would she finally take him into consideration when making her decisions? Jefferson pondered.

Jefferson knew that it would take a long time for her to love him like he did for her. He might even have to wait for a lifetime, but he was willing to do so.

"Jeff..." Just as Jefferson was looking at Adrienne, she parted her pink lips and called his name.

That little idiot was calling for him in her dream. At that instant, it was as if someone had drowned his heart in honey, so sweet that it was about to overflow. "Baby, I'm here. What's the matter? Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Jeff..." Adrienne didn't say anything else but his name as Jefferson held her tight in his embrace.

"I'm here, right beside you. You can tell me whatever you want," said Jefferson as he patted her on the back and his heart had already melted into a puddle at her calling him by that name.

His baby was calling out for him in her dreams. Did that mean he could assume that she did love him?