My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1915 - Kissing Him In Secret

However, the more Jefferson spoke, the harder Adrienne cried. She cried so hard that her body heaved from the sobbing. It was only then that she said with a strangling voice, "I don't know what has gotten into me. I just felt like crying all of a sudden."

Jefferson fell silent.

That little fool didn't even know why she was crying. What was he to do, then?

Adrienne wiped away her tears. "Don't worry about me. I'll probably be fine after a while. The more you act concerned, the more I feel like crying."

Some people were like that sometimes. They would be fine initially but after someone showed them concern, it would touch a soft spot in their heart and cause their tears to fall uncontrollably.

"Then cry on. But don't cry for too long." Jefferson really wanted to give her some space, but it was like his feet were rooted to the spot. Adrienne was crying so hard that it was about to shatter his heart of steel. How could he leave her be?

Jefferson wiped away the tears from the corners of Adrienne's eyes tenderly as he said, "Little

Specky, can you cry a little more beautifully? Look at how ugly you are right now."

Upon hearing what Jefferson had said, Adrienne immediately raised her head and brushed her tears away forcefully. She said, "Jefferson, are you complaining about my looks now? Mind you, you were the one who willingly married me. No matter how ugly I become in the future, you're not allowed to say anything about it."

"Well, I can't say for sure," Jefferson said, looking at her putting on a fierce act with her teary face. He was distressed, but he felt the urge to laugh at the same time. "If you continue crying, you might become even uglier, and I might just end up regretting marrying you and dump you."

"I dare you!" Adrienne pinched him forcefully. His muscles were hard as steel, so much so that her fingers were hurting. At that time, Adrienne had already stopped crying when she suddenly stood up and said, "Then get out of here and look for another woman. You're not allowed inside the room tonight."

"You want me to look for another woman just because you told me to? I won't." Jefferson retorted as he got up from his seat.

Adrienne asked, "Didn't you get sick of me because I'm ugly?" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"But you're delicious." Jefferson replied.

Adrienne lashed back, "I'm not a meal."

"Yes, you are," Jefferson quipped back.

"Go away. Don't joke around in front of me. Just looking at you annoys me." Adrienne turned around, walked into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

"Ah..." Jefferson screeched loudly.

Upon hearing that, Adrienne was so spooked that she immediately opened the door. "What's wrong? Was your hand wedged in the doorway?"

"It hurts!" Jefferson held onto his fingertips and nodded hard. "It hurts so much."

"I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose." The thought of hurting him never crossed Adrienne's mind. Seeing him injured distressed her more than being injured herself. "Come with me. I'll put some ointment on it for you. Otherwise, your fingers are going to swell badly."

"There's no need for that. You can just blow it for me." When they were young, Jefferson had used that very method to deceive Adrienne.

At that time, Adrienne was still young. She obediently went along with everything he said. If he wanted her to blow on his injury, she would.

Jefferson was still playing the same old trick on her even then, but Adrienne was no longer the naive little girl of the past. She soon understood that she was being deceived by him yet again.

All of a sudden, her eyes reddened and her nose tingled. Tears fell from her eyes once more. "Jefferson, how old are you? Can you stop being so childish?"

Jefferson was speechless.

He was just teasing her. Why was she crying again?

He had often heard in the past that women would cry without reason, but he never believed that. That day was the day he became a believer.

Just as Jefferson was at a loss, Adrienne added, "Do you know that it hurts me to see you get hurt?" Her voice was shaky but soft and gentle as she asked him that. Her words were like a stone hurtled at Jefferson's heart, making it beat erratically.

Jefferson then pulled Adrienne into his arms, and kissed her passionately over and over.

Later, when Adrienne woke up in his arms the next morning, her body was aching all over again.

She looked at the source of the pain and really wanted to punch him, but she couldn't bring herself to do so.

Jefferson was sleeping soundly.

Adrienne had been around him for more than 20 years, since they were children.

She watched as he gradually grew from an immature and cute little boy into a charming, powerful man.

Most of the time, she was reluctant to acknowledge how good-looking Jefferson was. It was because she had an inkling that if she were to say it out loud, Jefferson would definitely swagger around and get full of himself.

Nonetheless, she had to admit that he really was an attractive man. His facial features were in perfect harmony. There was no better word to describe him than the word 'perfect'.

It was no wonder that even if he didn't interact with many women, he still had a line of admirers wanting to pursue him.

At the thought of those admirers, especially at the thought of how Eunice would look at Jefferson, Adrienne felt discomforted.

Well, so what? Jefferson belonged to her. He belonged to her alone.

Unable to restrain herself, Adrienne raised a hand and gently stroked his eyebrows.

His almond-shaped eyes were strikingly beautiful, and his eyebrows were lush.

He had an aquiline nose, seductive lips... Adrienne moved to touch his lips. Her fingers brushed over them gently and subconsciously feathered over their shape.

His lips were not only pleasing to the eye, but also pleasantly warm.

Adrienne suddenly recalled the sensation of him kissing her. She was overcome with the urge to feel it again. So, she mustered up her courage and approached him slowly. The closer she got, the

faster her heart thudded.

Her heart was beating so fast as if it was going to jump out of her chest, but Adrienne did not retreat. The temptation before her was too strong.

After Adrienne got so close that their bodies were almost touching, she raised her head slightly and planted a gentle kiss on his lips with her red ones. She only gave him one light kiss and then immediately retreated as if she were a guilty thief.

Adrienne observed him carefully again after her retreat. Fortunately, he was not awake, so he would not find out that she couldn't resist the temptation of kissing him just then.

However, it seemed like a light kiss was not enough. Adrienne's fingers started moving again, gradually moving downwards.

Jefferson's body was excellently sculpted. He sported an eight-pack on his abdomen, and there was no unnecessary fat anywhere on his body.

His body was better than most male models who relied on their physique to earn a living.

In the past, Adrienne had never really paid attention to Jefferson's physique. Well, she did notice it. It was just that she was not willing to acknowledge his attractiveness, as though once she admitted it, he would run away from her and surround himself with many other women.

Adrienne had always thought that she was a respectable woman with a lot going for her. She was from a good family; she had her own job, and looked fairly decent too, but she was far below the scale compared to Jefferson.

Jefferson had been a child favored by the heavens ever since he was young. No matter where he went, people would flock to him and gaze upon him although he did nothing.

Jefferson was far superior to her. His good looks sent Adrienne into a slight sense of crisis.

Nonetheless, no matter what, she was already his wife. She was the woman he wanted to marry. The reason for their marriage didn't matter, the result was set in stone.