My Husband, Warm The Bed

"Jefferson, I..." Eunice trembled under Jefferson's fierce gaze. She wanted to say something, but was once again interrupted by him. "Eunice, since you have forgotten, I will do you the courtesy of jogging your memory."

Feeling uneasy, Eunice wanted to reach out for Jefferson's arm. But before she could even touch the hem of his clothes, he stepped back and avoided her. He said in a colder and sterner voice, "Get away from me, and don't show up in front of me ever again."

"Why? Jefferson, what did I do?" Eunice blinked, and tears started to roll down from the corners of her eyes, painting her into a picture of pity. "We are friends who grew up together. You didn't even ask who was the one at fault, but you're already yelling at me. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Eunice, you should be clearer than anyone else of what you've done. Sure, we're friends who grew up together, but no one can stand you trampling on them over and over again." Freya knew that once Jefferson took action, the consequences would be unimaginable. Although Eunice was a little annoying, Freya felt that she still didn't deserve to be taught a merciless lesson. So, she spoke up because she stil wanted to give each party a way out.

"Freya, why? Why are you treating me like this too? Did Adrienne tell you guys something?" Eunice tried to defend herself. However, what she didn't know was that using Adrienne as a shield was a huge mistake as not only would Jefferson not spare her, Freya too would not interfere in this matter anymore.

Freya said, "Eunice, no matter what happens in the future, it is what you sow."

Eunice replied, "I..."

"Get out of my face! Now!" Jefferson shouted.

Eunice clamped her lips shut.

She wanted to say something, but at that moment, a crowd had gathered around and was watching the entire scene. If she didn't leave right then, she would only embarrass herself further. After walking out of the store, Eunice suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Jefferson, tears in her eyes. Unfortunately, Jefferson didn't even spare a glance at her.

When Eunice left, Adrienne happened to finish changing her clothes, too. She rarely wore any tight-fitting clothes, so she felt a little awkward at that moment. "This dress is a size too small, I don't think it suits me."

How could it not suit her?

It was a dress that was tailor-made according to her measurements; it covered her body's shortcomings and amplified her good parts.

Jefferson always believed that his Little Specky had a good figure. She was perfectly plump on the parts that called for curves, not an inch of extra flesh. The parts where thinness reigned were right on, especially her waist, which Jefferson felt he could break by just using a little force.

Jefferson widened his eyes, and it seemed like fire was going to spurt out of his eyes.

Freya smiled and said, "Adrienne, it's not up to the staff or me to decide whether you look good in that dress. One look at Jefferson's eyes and you'll get the answer."

In fact, Adrienne did notice that Jefferson was staring at her with his eyes ablaze. Nonetheless, she didn't dare to look at him directly, because his eyes made her involuntarily think of what happened that morning, in which she would blush and her heart beat faster.

"Well, it really doesn't look that good." In his heart, Jefferson was constantly praising her, but unfortunately, that was what came through his lips. He then shoved her into the fitting room himself and said, "Go and change into your clothes, they suit you better."

Freya was speechless.

Huh!

Men!

Men were creatures that said one thing and mean another!

The staff was speechless too.

She was shivering.

She had never seen a man who could flip his expression in a heartbeat.

Before that, he had been looking at another woman with an expression so cold it could scare people to death, but the next moment, he was looking at another woman with shining eyes.

Adrienne went silent.

She also felt that she looked better in her own clothes.

After changing back into her clothes, Adrienne felt relaxed all over. It seemed that Jefferson had returned normal too. He was no longer looking at her with eyes that could make her blush and her heart palpitate.

Jefferson called the staff to pack up the dress and carried the bag himself. "Do you have any other stores you want to go to?"

"I'm fine with just Freya's company. You should just go do your thing." The slow Adrienne finally realized that Jefferson had showed up at a place where he shouldn't have. "By the way, why are you here?" Jefferson said, "Fool!"

How could this little idiot be so foolish? How could she not realize what Eunice was trying to do? Jefferson thought.

"Girl, Jefferson must've wanted to spend time with you." Freya had already guessed the reason why Jefferson came, but she didn't say it out loud. Instead, she uttered some sweet words, "It's getting late, Adrienne. Let's hang out another time. You should go home with Jefferson."

"But Freya, I still want to be with you." Adrienne was worried that Freya would start to overthink if she was left alone, and her face showed how she felt, too. Seeing that, Freya was moved. She caressed Adrienne's head and said, "Girl, just go with Jefferson. You don't have to worry about me."

Adrienne replied, "But Freya ..."

Freya smiled and said, "It's just a divorce. There's nothing to worry about. With my ability and appearance, it won't be a problem for me to score an excellent man in the future." "Freya..." Adrienne knew Freya's strong character.

Even if she felt weak and wanted someone's care, she still wouldn't reveal her weakness in front of anyone. Sure, there were many excellent men in this world, but how many of them could make Freya love him with all that she had?

The seemingly allegorical thing, love, was sometimes very strange. One could fall in love with just anyone, and it had nothing to do with age, occupation, or status. Freddy was definitely not the best choice for Freya, but he was the only man that Freya truly loved thus far.

And he was also the only man to have hurt Freya to that extent.

"Adrienne, I'm really fine."

"Freya, since you don't want to shop anymore, please just let us send you home." No matter what, Adrienne was worried about leaving Freya alone outside, so she thought that she should at least send her home first. Adrienne would feel more assured with someone at home watching after Freya.

"Alright, I'll listen to you." Freya understood Adrienne's temper. If Adrienne didn't send her home that day, she would definitely not be at ease.

Then, Adrienne thought of Jefferson. "Mr. Hefner, you drove here, right?"

On the way to send Freya home, Jefferson was without a word.

Because he truly didn't want to bother himself with Adrienne. He even wanted to give her a good beating.

That woman, when she had no need for him, she would shoo him away, to the point that she didn't want him to appear in front of her ever again.

However, when she needed him, she would expect him to be at her service at all times. She even asked him to drive Freya home without asking for his opinion.

Well, it wasn't like it was without his consent, either. When Adrienne asked him if he drove there, he hesitated for a second, in which Adrienne had snatched the chance to say, "If you didn't drive here, then I wil take the taxi with Freya."

He, Jefferson Hefner, was a man who adored his wife, so how could he let his wife take a taxi when he had a car himself?

Therefore, he became their makeshift driver.

Nevertheless, the culprit who had made him unhappy and Freya were chatting with at the back of the car didn't even bother to bat an eye at him.