My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1952

"What happened to you? Are you sick? Let's go to the hospital."

Jefferson didn't feel disgusted. Instead, he was busy patting her back and giving her some mouthwash to rinse her mouth.

Adrienne vomited for so long that she was completely exhausted. She looked up weakly and assured, "Don't worry about me. I'm not sick. I just felt nauseated all of a sudden."

Jefferson squatted in front of her and rested her body against his. "Let's go to the hospital now."

"No. I don't want to go there. I just want to have a good rest." She was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes. She struggled to push him away but Jefferson grabbed onto her tightly as soon as she moved. "You're already in this state. Stop moving around."

"Barf..." Another wave of nausea engulfed her. Adrienne pushed Jefferson away with all her might, and immediately retched into the toilet bowl. Looking at her, Jefferson couldn't help but riddle with worry.

Adrienne had long emptied her stomach and only bile was coming out at that point. Jefferson couldn't sit around any longer so he quickly made a call to his doctor.

"Jefferson!" Adrienne slapped his phone away while he wasn't looking and roared at him as loud as she could. "I'm also a doctor. If I say I'm fine, then I'm fine. Did I not make myself clear, or do you just not understand me?"

"Adrienne, you..." Jefferson wanted to retort, but looking at her frail body, he couldn't bear to do so. No matter how hard she struggled, he still picked her up and insisted, "Well go to the hospital now."

"I don't want to go to the hospital, can't you hear me?" Adrienne shouted as she struggled. However, Jefferson was unbothered as he walked toward the door with steady steps.

Adrienne was so angry that she grabbed his arm and bit it hard. She wished she could just bite a chunk out of him.

It was as if he couldn't feel any pain, his steps were unwavering. Adrienne wanted to cry from the frustration, but she couldn't bear to bite him again. She sniffed and called out, "Jeff..."

Calling him by that name was the trump card that she would use against Jefferson in situations like this. As expected, that name halted Jefferson in his tracks.

She continued in a soft and slightly strangling voice, "Jeff, I know you're doing this for my own good. But please let me make my own choice, okay? Please don't take me to the hospital. I want to rest at home instead."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. Right then, Jefferson would have agreed even if she were to ask Jefferson to lay down his life for her, what more to a request just to stay home and rest?

Jefferson immediately turned around and walked back into the house. He took her back to the bedroom and coaxed, "Okay, let's get some rest, but if you're feeling unwell, you must tell me right away so that we can get treatment in time."

"Okay." She nodded and pulled up the quilt to cover herself.

After lying down, Jefferson held Adrienne in his arms and comforted her, "Little Specky, if you have anything to say to me, just say it. I'll listen to whatever you say."

"Okay." Adrienne answered softly. After a long pause, she murmured slowly, "I'm just an ordinary girl and I'm not as strong as I thought I was. Like any other human being, I'm afraid of many things. I'm afraid that when I step out into the world, everyone will look at me differently. I'm afraid that someone will point their fingers at me and say -Look, that's the daughter of the drug lord,

Stephen."

Jefferson's heart ached for her as he patted her back. He consoled her, "We are all ordinary people, so it's normal for us to be scared. But Little Specky, you must know that Sheridan is Sheridan, and you are you..."

"I know. I know that you're going to say that he and I are two different people. Nonetheless, he is my father, and his blood flows within me. This is an undeniable fact. I thought I could be okay with it, but the truth is telling me that I can't." Adrienne sighed, "I don't even have the courage to face Freya, let alone those innocent people who fell victim to Sheridan's crimes."

"What happened to Freya wasn't your fault, and she won't blame you for it either," Jefferson assured.

"Then should I not feel guilty just because she doesn't blame me for it? How can I feel at ease after what has happened?" Adrienne shook her head but when she thought of the past, she smiled. "Since childhood, Freya has treated me like her sister. I'm the first person she thinks of whenever she has something nice to share, not Freddy. However, my father deceptively framed her as a murderer and almost got away with it. How am I going to face her?" "Little Specky, let's not think about it anymore." Jefferson knew that what he was worried about had happened. Adrienne was not as calm as she was pretending to be, and Sheridan's doings had traumatized her. It would be hard for her to get through this by herself. He had to come up with some other ways to help her.

"Jeff..." She called out once again.

"Yeah, I'm here," he answered.

"What is love? What does it mean to love someone wholeheartedly? We have been married for so long, yet I can't seem to understand it," Adrienne uttered.

"You will understand it eventually," Jefferson replied.

"But what if I take a long time to understand it?" Adrienne asked.

"It doesn't matter. I'm willing to wait no matter how long it takes," Jefferson asserted.

He said that he was willing to wait no matter how long it would take. Did he not understand what she really meant?

At that instant, Adrienne wanted to cry, but she held back her tears. "Jeff, I know how good you are to me, but I'm sorry. I can't even give back one-tenth of what you've given me. I may even disappoint you and make you sad." "It doesn't matter. I don't mind it." He hugged her tightly, but his heart was getting even more unsettled.

"Can you give me some space, please? I need some time alone." She smiled at him, but her smile was uglier than her crying face.

Jefferson understood what she meant, so he said, "Okay."

Jefferson bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead. He got up and informed her, 'TH be in the guest room and I'll keep the door ajar. If you need me, just call out, and I'll be here right away."

"Okay." She nodded. He had no idea that the nicer he treated her, the more she felt at a loss.

After leaving the master bedroom, Jefferson did not go to the guest bedroom. Instead, he went to his study and gave George a phone call.

George was a famous psychiatrist, and Jefferson thought that he might be able to help Adrienne.

Jefferson called him and found out that he was in Chatterton Town so the two had agreed to meet up later that morning.

Seeing that dawn was approaching, Jefferson did not feel like sleeping anymore. He got ready and left the house to meet George. Before going out, he saw that Adrienne was fast asleep. He did not bother waking her to inform her of his plans. However, when he returned home, Adrienne had already left home, and there was a note left for him on the nightstand.