My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1845

"Grandpa, I haven't even spoken to you yet. Why are you chasing me away already?" Adrienne wanted to accompany him longer, but he didn't want to take up their time. He reasoned, "I've invited another patient over to chit-chat. It'll be inconvenient if you guys are here."

"Grandpa..."

Hodge waved his hand impatiently and urged, "Come on, leave me alone. Jefferson, take your Little Specky away. Do whatever you have to do."

Hodge's attitude was firm. Adrienne could not insist on staying, so she had no choice but to leave with Jefferson.

Walking out of the hospital, Adrienne was still silent. Jefferson put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Little Specky, Hodge is giving us a chance to spend more time with each other. Don't you get it?"

"How could I not?" She was sad because she knew precisely.

Her grandfather was sick and hospitalized, but he was always thinking about her. She had purposely set aside some time to visit him, yet he was worried that he was taking up her time. He had no idea at all that the happiest part of her day had always been when she was with him and sharing a conversation.

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If nothing had happened to her parents, perhaps she wouldn't have felt this way either. As they said, people only cherished what they had once it was gone.

"Since you understand why he chased us away, we should listen to him and do what we need to." Jefferson pulled her into his arms and said, "So cheer up."

"I spoke to the doctor earlier. He said that Grandpa's health isn't looking good, and it turned out that Grandpa had requested him not to tell me about it." Thinking of this, Adrienne felt even more upset.

Hodge was the one who needed taking care of, yet he was somehow the one taking care of her.

Jefferson understood her worries, but he didn't know how to comfort her. He tightened his grip around her and tried his best to give her some strength.

"Ring, ring, ring..."

The phone in Jefferson's pocket suddenly rang, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

Jefferson took out his mobile phone and said, "I've been injured for so long, and only now is Harold giving me a call. As if I would bother answering."

Thus, Jefferson rejected the call.

Adrienne shook her head and chided, "He is your superior. Aren't you afraid that he will make things difficult for you if you treat him like this?"

"He can try. I am not afraid of him," Jefferson said.

Adrienne said again, "Jefferson, if you didn't have the strong connections you had, you wouldn't last a day in the real world with that attitude."

"Yeah, but I have strong connections. So..."

Sometimes, that was just how fate was. Born to a wealthy family, Jefferson had naturally developed a very arrogant personality. This behavior was further intensified since he was talented as well.

Adrienne kept silent.

What else could she say?

"Ring, ring, ring-"

As soon as Jefferson put his phone back into his pocket, it started ringing again. This time, he didn't even bother to look at the phone. He dragged Adrienne to the car and said, "Let's go home."

"Are you sure you don't want to answer the phone?"

"I'm angry at him. Why should I answer his call?"

Adrienne really did not dare to challenge his temper. She shook her head helplessly, started the car, and set off.

The journey back home was quick. On the way back, Harold did not call again. When they returned home, Jefferson received a message. He read it but did not say anything to Adrienne.

"Jefferson, sit on the sofa. I'll change your dressing for you." Adrienne wanted to help Jefferson change his dressing as soon as he entered the house. Jefferson did as he was told and took off his pants.

All he needed to do was lift the cuff of his pants, but he insisted on taking it all off. Seeing this, Adrienne blushed and scolded in a low voice, "Pervert!"

However, Jefferson didn't think it was a big deal at all. He even stretched his legs and said, "You know, not everyone gets to see my bare legs. You should feel honored."

"Can't you have some shame?"

"Don't you think that my long legs look good?"

Adrienne was in no mood to appreciate his legs. At the sight of his unhealed injury, her heart ached in distress. "Jefferson, don't you know that you have an injury on your leg?"

Jefferson replied indifferently, "I'm well aware."

Looking at his attitude, Adrienne wanted to give him a proper kick. "Yet you're still running around."

Her hands weren't idle for even a moment. She speedily changed his dressing and applied fresh ointment.

"You little idiot, you're quite nimble when you do things," commented Jefferson with a smile.

"You're just finding this out?" Should she wait for his injury to get infected instead?

"What a good girl!" Jefferson pinched her face, put his trousers back on, and then said, "Harold texted and asked me to go over to the station. I'm heading there now."

"You didn't want to answer his call yet you read his text." Adrienne looked at him worriedly. "But you haven't recovered yet. Why is he asking you to go over? Does he want you to work with an injury?"

"From what I know about him, he probably has something important to talk to me about. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent me a message after I refused to answer his call twice." Even though Jefferson was arrogant, he had never delayed his work. He knew what was important and what could be delayed.

"More important than your wellbeing?" Adrienne didn't want to stop him from working, but he was still recovering. "How are you going to work if you're not in good shape?"

"If Quill called you right now and asked you to go down, would you?"

"I... It's not the same with me. I'm not injured," Adrienne argued as she put away the medicine. "I'll go to the station with you."

"What are you going to do over there, little idiot?"

Adrienne pressed on, "You can't drive now. Can't I be your driver?"

Jefferson wanted to say no, but if she drove him, they would get to spend more time together. He would love that, so he nodded and agreed, "What an honor for me to have the great Dr. Carter send me to work."

Adrienne couldn't bother to respond. She turned around and went to change her clothes. When she came out, Jefferson took a second look at her. He reached out and buttoned the top button of her shirt, saying, "I don't care if you don't wear anything at home, but don't dress so provocatively when you head out."

Provocatively?

Adrienne thought that he must have some misunderstanding about what that word means.

She was wearing a collared shirt and suit pants. The only part of her showing was her head, yet he described her outfit as 'provocative'... Those who didn't know him well would've thought that he was a conservative man.