All Chapters of My Husband, Warm The Bed!: Chapter 1911 - Chapter 1920

"I..." Freddy was not an impulsive person, but when it came to the woman he loved, all rationality flew out of the window. When Freddy woke up that morning and heard that Freya was taken to the police station, he devolved into a mess of panic and anxiety. He rushed over right away without a second thought. Freddy and Jefferson had been friends for over twenty years. At that moment, he could not wrap his mind around the fact that Jefferson, the head of the Paramount Criminal Police Team, had failed to notify him about what was happening to Freya. With that thought in mind, Freddy made the decision to go and confront Jefferson face to face. However, after he arrived, Freddy meekly shrunk back from chiding Jefferson upon seeing his overbearing demeanor. All he asked was, "Jefferson, how is Freya right now?" Jefferson stared at him and said coldly, "She will be detained for the time being." "Freya wouldn't murder anyone! She definitely wouldn't!" When Freddy h

How could Adrienne understand Jefferson's pain?  He was a man who had just experienced the feeling of being a real man. But before he could even have enough of her being in his arms, he was relentlessly pestered by an important case, which occupied his waking hours from day to night. Now that his woman was right in front of him, he couldn't make a move on her. Right then, he was finally free. Looking at the woman who he had been in love with for so many years, Jefferson's restraint was obvious as he limited himself to just hugging her. "Are we going home or not?" Adrienne felt a little helpless. When Jefferson acted overbearingly, he was like the devil incarnate. But when he showed his temper, he was like a child. It melted Adrienne's heart; she couldn't push him away.  "Of course we're going home. I just want to hug you first." Jefferson held Adrienne and caressed her. He then lowered his head and sniffed her neck over and over again. It was as though his batte

In the future, if there were any women who lusted over Jefferson like Eunice, Adrienne would be able to assert herself as his wife. She would tell them openly, "Don't go having any improper thoughts about him. This man is mine. He belongs to me alone." Yes, Jefferson belonged to her alone, both his heart and his body. With that thought in mind, Adrienne's heart melted. She inched closer to Jefferson again, but this time, as soon as she moved, she was tightly embraced by Jefferson's strong arms. In a languid and seductive voice, Jefferson drawled, "Baby, men can't hold themselves back in the morning. If you're not up for some exercise, then it's better if you don't move." Adrienne's entire body stiffened. She was startled. She did not know when he had woken up. Jefferson gave her the answer. "I woke up when you kissed me just now." Adrienne did not speak. Her face turned as red as a tomato. Jefferson had been awake for a

Adrienne was a medical student. There were certain things that she couldn't understand at the time, but she came to a realization after poring over the matter.   After knowing the truth, she could have proposed a divorce, but she didn't. Adrienne said resolutely, "If I were given the chance to go back in time, I would still make the same choice without a slight hesitance." Zelson was so shocked by her words that he remained dumbstruck for a long while. After he pulled himself together, he asked, "Adrienne, do you really want a loveless marriage?" "Who said that it's a loveless marriage? He loves me, and I love him too. That alone is enough," Adrienne blurted out without a second thought. It was then that she understood what the missing factor was, the answer that was buried deep in her heart. Yes, Adrienne loved Jefferson. That was why she was still willing to go along with his scheme and marry him. The reason she dared to drink unscrupulously and le

Freya was mulling over it, to no avail. Just at that moment, Jefferson went to see her again. That time, Jefferson did not get her to go to the interrogation room. He had no one following him, too. It was a private meeting. "Jefferson, I've been thinking about it all this while, but I still can't figure out who I've offended." Freya was not looking at her best, but she was still somewhat level-headed. "Freya, I'm very sorry." Jefferson had never apologized in such a solemn manner to any of his childhood friends before. It puzzled Freya, but she soon seemed to grasp what he meant. Freya didn't ask anything. She was waiting for Jefferson to speak. "This matter has nothing to do with you. It's all because of me. Those people tried to frame me the last time, too, but they failed. Later on, they framed my subordinate. And this time, they had set their eyes on you," Jefferson said. Freya, who was confused all this while, finally understood what