My Husband, Warm The Bed

Adrienne overslept, and even the alarm she set did not wake her up. When she woke up, it was already 3 p.m. It was past the time she was supposed to report to Quill.

Upon waking up, the first thing she did was to turn sideways and check on Jefferson. However, the space beside her was empty. Adrienne sat up in a hurry and called, "Jefferson!"

"I'm here. Why are you shouting? Are you trying to make me go deaf?" Jefferson's voice came from the balcony. Adrienne looked over and saw that he was sitting in a chair, basking in the sun. Hearing her shout, he stopped what he was doing and got up, returning to the room. He chided, "You're an adult. Why are you whining? You shout for me as soon as you wake up. Are you hungry for milk? You're not three and I'm not your mother either, I have no milk for you."

Adrienne thought to herself, "This man is so sharp-tongued. How is he supposed to get himself a wife?"

He was the kind of man who people would describe as 'destined to be forever alone'.

With just a few hours of sleep, Jefferson could speak so much more energetically. He didn't look pale anymore and he no longer had a limp. It was as if he had never gotten injured at all.

Adrienne began to wonder if she had just gone through a nightmare and that in reality, Jefferson had been fine. She asked skeptically, "Jefferson, did you hurt your leg?" "Did I hurt my leg?" Jefferson sat down next to her and placed his hand on her forehead. He muttered, "You don't have a fever. Do you have a loose screw in your head again?"

Adrienne shook his hand away and defended herself solemnly, "I'm being serious. Don't joke around with me."

"You were the one who removed the bullet from my leg and bandaged my injury. Why are you asking me if I injured my leg?" Jefferson poked her forehead and teased, "Silly, what should I do with you? Did your brain short circuit or do you have amnesia?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? You should be gentle when poking my forehead. It hurts." Adrienne tilted her head to avoid getting poked again, but it was futile as his movement was swift. She questioned further, "Then, why have you suddenly become so much better and energetic?"

"I'm young, and my body is strong, so I recover quickly." Jefferson replied with a slightly cunning smile, "As long as you want me to, I can take good care of you."

Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be fine, but Adrienne was still worried. "You're young and healthy, which is a good thing. But your injuries were serious. You'd better take good care of yourself and don't take your injuries lightly. Otherwise, you'll regret it when you get older and the pain catches up on you."

"Why does this sound so familiar?" Jefferson pretended to be serious and thought for a while. "Oh, I recall now. My Queen often speaks to me this way as well. Don't learn from an old woman at such a young age."

Adrienne warned, "You just called Madam Yard an old woman. If she heard that, she'd skin you alive."

"How would I dare to insult her? She looks like an 18-year-old woman, whose beauty knows no bounds." If Britney actually heard him calling her an old woman behind her back, she would definitely kill him, knowing how vain she was. Out of survival instinct, Jefferson lied right through his teeth.

"Right. I knew you wouldn't dare," Adrienne commented as she got out of bed. "Since you are in such good spirits, you can pack up and

come to the Paramount Criminal Police Team with me."

"Little Specky, are you deliberately making things difficult for me? You never let me send you to work when I was able-bodied. Now that my legs are injured, you want me to send you?" Jefferson asked with his voice raised.

Adrienne answered seriously, "That's not it. It's just that you've got yourself involved in a murder case. The Paramount Criminal Police Team has been looking for you for two days now. If you don't go to report to them, they'll probably come and arrest you."

"Pfft..." Jefferson said arrogantly, "The Paramount Criminal Police Team? There's no way Quill would be brave enough to catch me."

Ding dong-

Before he could finish his words, the doorbell rang. Adrienne immediately switched on the indoor monitor, and she saw Quill and several police officers standing by the front door.

Jefferson's words had backfired so quickly that Adrienne couldn't help but chuckle. She pointed to the monitor screen and remarked sarcastically, "Mr. Hefner, why don't you go and see for yourself if Quill dares to catch you or not?"

Jefferson's expression darkened. "I didn't

murder anyone. Even if Quill came looking for me, he can't do anything to me."

Adrienne glanced at him and did not say much. She quickly put on a coat and went to open the door, "Sergeant Scott, I told you I would take Jefferson to you. Why did you come all the way?"

"My God, I couldn't reach you through your phone. What else was I supposed to do except show up at your door?" Quill had been so anxious. Did she think he wanted to show up here?

While standing at the entrance, Quill's two legs were already quietly trembling just at the thought of the angry beast awaiting him inside.

Adrienne took out her cell phone and glanced at it. She then explained, "I accidentally switched it off. Sergeant Scott, why don't you come in and we'll talk inside? The neighbors might see us and it won't look good."

Quill wanted to step into the house, but his legs were resisting. He replied helplessly, "Adrienne, it's not that I wanted to come all the way here, but we have a deadline to crack the case. You promised to bring Mr. Hefner over at 1 p.m. It's almost 4 p.m., and you haven't shown up yet. I called you but didn't get through, so I had to come to you. Please help me pass on my message to Mr. Hefner. I

hope he can understand that I'm just doing my work."

"I understand. We are colleagues after all. How could I not understand the nature of your work?" Just then, Jefferson came out of the room, dressed only in a set of ordinary pajamas. His presence immediately brought a sense of oppression to the room. Quill, who had just stepped into the house, backed out of the door in an instant. He stuttered, "Mr. Hefner, I..."

It was rare for Jefferson not to lose his temper. At this moment, his expression and attitude were amiable as he continued speaking, "I know everything about the case. I will cooperate with you to investigate the case, but you should head back first. I will go over once I've tidied up a little."

In the face of such a serious matter, Jefferson still had a sense of propriety.

Quill turned to look at Adrienne for help. Adrienne added, "Sergeant Scott, you know that this man has a big ego. You brought your men here to capture him, which only served to embarrass him. If he doesn't cooperate with us, that'll be a huge problem. Why don't you head back first? I promise that I'll bring him to the detachment before 5 p.m."

Quill mumbled in a low voice, "Adrienne, you must keep your word this time around. If Mr.

Hefner doesn't drop by today, I'll really have to hand in my resignation as captain."

Adrienne nodded in response, "Alright."

Quill didn't dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly closed the door for them and left with the police officers.

Adrienne looked back and saw that Jefferson was in a daze. She wondered what was on his mind. "Hey, Jefferson, stop daydreaming. Hurry up and get ready, then follow me to report at the station."