All Chapters of My Husband, Warm The Bed!: Chapter 1751 - Chapter 1760

One was Matthew, a college classmate, and another was an idiot Jefferson knew since childhood. All of them actually dared to step on his toes. Jefferson felt that he must have owed them in his past life. When he was about to put away his mobile phone, he received another phone call. "Boss, Lewis Black is not dropping a hint. We've interrogated him for two days but he still didn't say a word. It seems that you have to take the field." "You're a bunch of good-for-nothings. You never give me peace of mind!" Jefferson howled.   Without him on their side, his subordinates still couldn't get any clue out of Lewis even though they had already arrested him. Without him on Quill's side, they couldn't even arrest the murderer. Weren't they all good-for-nothings? After Jefferson hung up the phone and went back to the room, Adrienne had already fallen asleep. When Jefferson saw this scene, he was infuriated and pulled the quilt away, asking, "Little Specky, are you a pig?" 

Adrienne was screwed! She smelled a rat, but she couldn't stop Jefferson. She then pleaded, "Jefferson, don't be like this." Jefferson did not stop his hands as he asked, "Don't be like what?" Adrienne covered her breasts with her hands and defended her last line of defense. She begged, "You can't take off my clothes again." If he took off her clothes again, she would be the same as him. She still minded her dignity. Jefferson slightly raised his head, but he was still very close to her. It was so close that Adrienne could feel his breath. "What's wrong? You can take off my clothes, but I can't take off yours?" Adrienne's face blushed. "I was drunk that time and didn't know what I did. Besides, you're more powerful than me. You could've stopped me at that time," she retorted. "Adrienne, you should keep yourself real and not be overbearing. What you've done was already done. You can't just say that you were drunk or you didn't know anything about it s

As the case hadn't been completely solved yet, Jefferson still had the title of the captain of the special investigation team. Therefore, no one could stop him if he wanted to go with them. Quill naturally welcomed him. "Captain Hefner, it's best if you can go with us." Jefferson ignored him and Quill didn't feel embarrassed either. Quill got into the passenger seat of the police car and turned to Jefferson, who was sitting at the back seat, reporting, "Captain Hefner, the murderer is also a ferocious person. We didn't manage to ask the truth about the location of the heads of the deceased where he had hidden out of him until this noon." "Shut up!" Jefferson responded. He did not care about how they interrogated the murderer at all. What he was concerned about at this moment was Adrienne, because she acted so oddly as if she did not know that he had come. Jefferson hit her by his elbow with force. He heard Adrienne snort in pain and asked her, "Adrienne, what are you

Adrienne did not question Zelson's appearance and called the police right away. After the phone call, the two of them waited in place without any rash movements. They, as members of a forensic team, knew how important it was to preserve the crime scene. Zelson saw Adrienne trembling. He walked to her side hurriedly and patted her on the back, comforting her, "Adrienne, don't be afraid. The police will come soon." "Mr. Zelson, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Adrienne responded. She looked at the victim lying on the ground. The man looked to be in his early thirties; he was still quite young. Who would choose to kill him on such a night? What was written on the torn note he was holding tightly in his hand? Could he be the murderer who had witnessed her parents' death two years ago? If so, was it possible to prove that the murderer who killed her parents knew that she had been secretly investigating their murder case? Adrienne had told Zels

"It's no trouble at all. I'll get you a room now," the receptionist responded. At that moment, Adrienne was an angel in her eyes. When she received their IDs without any further argument, she was almost moved to tears. The receptionist commenced the registration swiftly. Upon receipt of the payment, she made preparations and handed over two access cards to them. "Dear customers, your room number is 8818. You may take the elevator on the left to the eighth floor." Jefferson still looked indifferent, while Adrienne took their IDs and access cards, saying, "Thank you!" ...... "Give me a deluxe single room." After the receptionist watched Jefferson and Adrienne walk into the elevator, another man appeared in front of the counter when she turned around. To be more specific, it was a man who looked a little cold, yet handsome. What sort of luck was this? The receptionist wondered. Would handsome men fall from the sky in stormy weather? The receptionist had