My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1939 Woke Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed

When Jefferson opened the door, he saw Britney, who had brought them a plate of sliced fruits. He stopped and said, "Mom, just take a proper look at the man you sleep beside every night. It's been decades, yet you still don't see what kind of a man he truly is."

Jefferson and Albert argued every time they met. However, they would usually keep things under wraps whenever Britney was around. This was the first time Jefferson had rebuked his father directly in front of his mother. Extremely unhappy with that, Britney told him, "Jefferson, do you know who you're addressing? Do you know what you're saying? He's your father. You are an adult, don't you have some basic respect for your elders?"

"If he wants to gain my respect, he'll have to first set a good example himself. No one would disrespect someone else without reason." Jefferson looked back at the somber- looking Albert, then shifted his gaze back to Britney. "Mom, you should know best what kind of a person I am. You should ask your man what he had done before you put it on me."

"Jefferson, you..." Britney was about to speak, but Jefferson had already strode downstairs. She turned to Albert and said, "Albert, was Jefferson riling you up again?"

"No, he didn't." Albert's morose expression lifted at the sight of Britney. He took a deep breath and said after a long while, "I wonder if I shouldn't have meddled too much with Jefferson's life. I'm wondering if I've made the wrong choice."

Britney put the plate of fruit on the desk, went behind Albert, and massaged his back for him. "Our son has grown up, and he knows what he's doing. You should know when to let go and let him handle his matters himself. Don't stick your nose in everything or you'll just end up pushing him further away from you."

"But..." Albert grabbed Britney's hand. "You don't know what happened. I'm afraid that after you do, your choice will be the same as mine."

"What is it that I don't know?" Britney asked.

"It would be better if you remain unaware," replied Albert.

"Albert, you shouldn't assume that it's the best choice for me to not know about it. Don't you think so?" Britney's voice was gentle and without any threat. It was precisely that kind of softness that could get through to someone as tough as Albert.

Albert was a stubborn man, but in front of Britney, he was powerless. After hearing what Britney had to say, he told her everything he knew.

When all was said, Britney gave it a serious consideration before making a decision. "Albert, you're afraid that the Carter family might bring trouble to our son and our families. I understand your concerns. But we both know that Sheridan is Sheridan, and Adrienne is Adrienne. They are two different people. Sheridan should pay for his crimes and Adrienne has no responsibility to shoulder that burden."

Albert understood that as well. However when he was met with such a situation, he just couldn't convince himself that it was so. He was afraid that the Yard and Hefner families would be implicated. What scared him more was the possibility that his son would get hurt. He protested, "Britney, we only have one son. Jefferson is your son who you carried him for nine months and gave birth for me. What if..."

"There are no 'what ifs'." Britney held his hand and said to him with a smile, "Bert, do you believe in me?"

Bert!

Britney hadn't called him by that name in a long time. Hearing that, Albert felt his heartbeat quicken. On a whim, he nodded and said, "Of

course I do."

Britney added, "We watched Adrienne grow up. I trust her, and you trust me. So, can you trust her this time too?"

To put his faith in Adrienne was to take a gamble on Jefferson's future. Albert was not the type of person to be willing to do something he wasn't certain about. But under his wife's loving gaze, he had no choice but to nod. "I have always trusted you. If you trust someone, I will too."

Albert's answer pleased Britney greatly. The smile on her face became even more beautiful. "Since you said that, then let's believe in Adrienne together. Trust your son's choice. From now on, let them deal with their own affairs themselves. Stop thinking about breaking them up."

In front of his wife, Albert could only agree. He nodded once again and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I won't involve myself with their affairs anymore. Well let them solve their own problems."

Britney put her hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. "I knew that you'd always treat me the best, Bert." Britney said so because she had always known how much Albert loved her. • • •

After leaving Britney and Albert's residence, Jefferson drove to the headquarters to pick

Adrienne up.

When Jefferson arrived and was about to text Adrienne, he saw her walking out of the building, and behind her was an annoying figure.

Jefferson immediately got out of the car, and took a few steps forward to hold Adrienne in his arms. He said to her, "You must be hungry by now. Let's go eat."

"Okay." Adrienne nodded and turned to look at Zelson. "Mr. Zelson, thank you for your help. I will be on my way now. I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Zelson smiled at her. "You're welcome. We're in this together."

Jefferson was silent.

He was standing right there, while the two were talking as if he didn't exist. Dissatisfaction brooded in his heart.

Jefferson forcibly pulled Adrienne along with him and hurriedly shoved her into the car. The first thing he said when he got into the driver's seat was, "Adrienne, am I dead to you?"

Adrienne was stunned.

What was wrong with him?

Wasn't he fine before?

Why was he angry again?

Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

Seeing the confusion that was evident on Adrienne's face, Jefferson knew that she had no idea why he was mad. He felt hopeless. "Adrienne, you'll really anger me to death one day!" Adrienne was still looking innocent. "What did I do?"

Jefferson gritted his teeth. "When I went over, you and Zelson just talked as if I wasn't there. Don't you think I should be angry?"

How could a person be that petty?

Adrienne was at a loss, but she still tried to explain, "Mr. Zelson has helped me a lot. Why can't I thank him?"

"You went over to help him. How is it that he's the one who helped you now?" Jefferson asked.

Taken aback, Adrienne looked guiltily at the road ahead. "He used to help me out a lot before. I don't think there's anything wrong with me thanking him."

Jefferson did not want to continue to argue with her because he was well aware that Adrienne was slow when it came to perceiving emotions. No matter how hard he tried to explain the reason he was angry, she was still unable to understand him. She even thought that he was just being unreasonable. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Jefferson tried his best to calm down. He asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Adrienne said feebly, "I just got out of the dissection room. Do you think I would have an appetite to eat?"