My Husband, Warm The Bed

"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 asked him about any precautionary measures she

should take. She even took notes down in her notebook, just in case she would accidentally feed Jefferson the wrong medicine.

When they finally got home, Adrienne rushed to take care of Jefferson. However, he wasn't easy to tend to at all. He would whine that it hurt here and there.

"Little Specky, my head hurts. Check and see if I have a fever." Just a moment ago, Adrienne had wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but Jefferson started sighing and ordering her around again. Adrienne did not dare to delay. She immediately took a thermometer and checked his temperature. He was having a slight fever. But since she had just given him medicine for his wounds, she did not dare to give him any for his fever. Therefore, she served him a glass of warm water and coaxed, "Drink this. You'll feel better after you sleep."

Jefferson took the glass and drank the water. As soon as he was done, he commented again, "Little Specky, my leg feels numb. Give me a massage. Please be gentler and don't hurt me again." Again, Adrienne did not dare to complain. She lifted his leg and gently gave him a massage until her hands were sore. She then asked, "Does it feel better?"

Jefferson nodded and then shook his head.

Adrienne sighed helplessly, asking, "Are you feeling better or not?"

"I think so, but now, my back hurts a little," Jefferson pouted pitifully. "If you don't mind, please massage my back too."

After all, he had gotten injured because of her. Adrienne could not complain about him being troublesome, hence she sat behind him and gave him a proper massage. "Jefferson, are you doing this on purpose?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jefferson hung his head low with a defeated expression on his face. "If you think I'm annoying, you can just go and take a rest. Don't worry about me. It's not a big deal anyway. The pain will pass sooner or later."

Since he had already said so, Adrienne had no reason to leave him unattended be it whether he was purposefully torturing her. Otherwise, once this was all over, he would definitely berate her for being so heartless.

Compared to his berating, Adrienne would rather accept his torture.

"No, no, no. I misspoke. I'll massage your back until you're satisfied." Adrienne raised her fist and wanted to land a heavy punch on him. However, when her fist landed, the strength she exerted was just right. After a while, Jefferson tilted his head to look at her and called out, "Little Specky..."

"What is it now?" Adrienne grumbled, obviously annoyed.

"Nothing. I just wanted to call your name."

"Jefferson, can't you keep quiet for a while?"

"No, I can't."

Adrienne was speechless.

"Little Specky..."

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Hefner?"

"My back is fine now, but my neck is somewhat sore. Give me a neck massage."

"Yes, sir!" Adrienne obediently gave him a neck massage.

"Your strength is a little too light. Try putting more force into it."

"Aren't you afraid that I will twist your neck off?"

"Nope."

Adrienne didn't know what to say anymore.

After a while, Jefferson the devil finally fell asleep. On the other hand, Adrienne was on the verge of having a mental breakdown from his torture.

While he was asleep, Adrienne finally had the time to drink a glass of water. She felt much

better after quenching her thirst. After that, she immediately gave Quill a call. "Sergeant Scott..."

As soon as he heard her voice, Quill yelled into the phone, "Hey, Adrienne, where have you been all day? I couldn't get through to your mobile phone and couldn't find you anywhere either. You gave me a fright!"

She could tell he was worried about her. After he had finished speaking, Adrienne replied calmly, "Sergeant Scott, I'm fine. I called to tell you that Jefferson has already returned home."

"What? You found Jefferson?" Quill roared and then lowered his volume, probably because he was worried that others might overhear him. "Then, hurry up and get him over here so he can cooperate with our investigations."

Adrienne looked back at Jefferson who was laying in bed. Although he was full of energy when he was teasing her earlier, she could tell that he was very weak at the moment, especially judging by his pale face and lips. She was afraid that Jefferson wouldn't be able to cooperate with the investigation in his current situation.

Adrienne came to the living room and tried to explain the situation to Quill, "Sergeant Scott, now's not a good time."

"Why not?" As he spoke, Quill raised his voice again. "He is now a suspect of a murder case. He must cooperate with our investigation. Otherwise, we will have no choice but to arrest him at his house. Adrienne, you know what kind of man he is. He certainly won't want to be taken away by the police. Let him do it himself. You can rest assured that we won't do anything to him before confirming that he is the murderer."

"Sergeant Scott, Jefferson is injured. He is very weak now. Even if you arrest him, you'll have to send him to the hospital for treatment first." Adrienne bit her lip and requested firmly, "Give us half a day. After he has rested adequately, I will tell him to come to the detachment at noon."

"What? Mr. Hefner is injured? How did he get hurt?" Quill did not believe that anyone would dare to hurt Jefferson. He scoffed, "That's impossible. How can an average person injure him?"

Quill was exaggerating, of course. There was a slight tint of sarcasm in his tone, as though he was gloating at the fact that the mighty Jefferson would fall into such a pitiful condition. Nonetheless, this was only Adrienne's impression. Knowing Jefferson's usual demeanor, it wasn't surprising that people

would be secretly happy that he had gotten hurt. She said, "I don't know the specifics, but it should be related to the homicide case of the bar."

Although he was delighted on the inside, Quill still maintained his professionalism on the surface. "Adrienne, I'll give you time. Before one o'clock in the afternoon, you must come to our detachment on time with Mr. Hefner. Else, I will have no choice but to let the officers arrest him by force."

Adrienne nodded. "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Adrienne looked at the time and found that it was already past 7 a.m. After a night of tossing and turning, she'd better utilize her time to catch up on some sleep. That way, she would have more energy to help Jefferson to clear his name later.