Chapter 1966
It began raining heavily right after dinner.
Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof, Adrienne looked up at the ceiling in concern.
She wasn''t sure if Jefferson had patched the roof up properly. If he hadn''t, with such heavy rain, the
house would be all waterlogged the next morning.
Noticing that Adrienne was looking at him with a doubtful expression, Jefferson was upset. He said,
"Have some faith in my work, will you? You can call me your son if the roof leaks tonight."
"It''s impossible for me to have a son that old." Hearing his nonsense, Adrienne burst intoughter.
"That''s true!" Jefferson nodded and added, "You''re such an idiot. How could you have a son as
handsome and as smart as me, right?"
As Jefferson spoke, Adrienne instinctively stroked her lower abdomen, where a tiny, new life was
growing.
Although Adrienne didn''t know the gender of the child, she would love and educate that little life
well. She would never let her child repeat her
mistakes.
If Adrienne had a choice, she wished for it to be a boy, one who looked like Jefferson and
possessed his personality.
She hoped that the child would be strong and brave.
She also wanted him to be a person who could disregard whatever people had to say about him
and be frank with his feelings, just like Jefferson.
At that thought, it suddenly struck Adrienne that Jefferson actually had quite a lot ofmendable
qualities.
"Little Specky, stop daydreaming. I''ll clean up now. You should go take a bath first," Jefferson urged.
Adrienne snapped back into reality at his voice. She looked at him and asked, "Are you sure you
want to wash the dishes?"
"Enough nonsense from you. Are you worried that I can''t even wash some tes?" asked
Jefferson, as he began gathering the dishes.
Adrienne replied, "I’m not worried that you can''t wash them. I''m worried that you might break them."
The corners of Jefferson''s mouth twitched a little. "Adrienne Carter!"
Adrienne quickly raised her hand in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, take your time with cleaning up.
I''ll go and take a shower first."
Since they were in the countryside, the facilities there were not as good as those they had in the
city.
The bedroom was on the second floor, and the only bathroom was on the first floor. If Adrienne
wanted to take a bath, she had to go upstairs to get her clothes and then go back down to shower.
She did so fairly quickly. By the time she went down with her clothes in hand, Jefferson was still
busy in the kitchen.
Adrienne sneakily peered around the corner to peep at Jefferson. She saw him moving about
clumsily, and the dishes nging against each other, which made Adrienne shudder at the sight.
"Jefferson, put them down if you can''t do it. I''ll take care of itter." The reality was that Jefferson
was a rich, privileged heir. It was obviously hard for him to do chores like that, despite him trying his
best.
As soon as she said that, she received a fierce look from Jefferson. Adrienne immediately slunk
away, saying, "Mr. Hefner, you do you. Just pretend I said nothing, yeah?"
Adrienne was worried that Jefferson might destroy her kitchen while she was in the shower.
However, she felt a little cold when she stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, so she
decided not to check on Jefferson in the kitchen.
Adrienne went upstairs in a hurry and put on a cardigan. Then, she got out the hair-dryer and was
about to dry her hair.
As she was going to turn it on, Jefferson took the hair-dryer from her, and his voice tickled her ear.
"I''ll do it for you."
He had helped her dry her hair before, but Adrienne wasn''t used to it. She insisted, "I can do it by
myself."
Needless to say, Jefferson''s response was, "I said, I''ll help you with it. Did I ask for your opinion?"
Adrienne kept silent.
Jefferson was being domineering and unreasonable even when he was trying to help her blow-dry
her hair.
The hair-dryer was powerful, so it dried her hair rather quickly. Jefferson sniffed at Adrienne''s hair
and asked, "Which shampoo did you use? Why does it smell so nice?"
"Is it?" Adrienne took a section of her hair and sniffed at it carefully. "I don''t think so though."
"Little idiot!" Jefferson wasplimenting her on how nice she smelled. It was fine if she didn''t pick
up on that, but she had idiotically gone and sniffed at her own hair in response.
Adrienne pouted. "Why are you scolding me again?"
"I''m not scolding you. I just think that you''re a little silly." Jefferson put down the hair-dryer and held
her head in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her freshly-dried hair. "Wait for me. I''ll go
shower now."
As Jefferson was about to head off to the shower, Adrienne reached out and grabbed him. She said,
"The temperature difference here is pretty huge, and you just got here too. You''ll catch a cold if you
shower at this hour. Just bear with it for now and shower tomorrow afternoon, okay?"
Adrienne wasn''t aware of that when she first got there. She showeredte at night, and she ended
up falling sick the next day.
She came down with a cold and a fever. Snot flowed constantly down her nose; she looked as pitiful
as she could be.
"You won''t mind if I don''t shower?" asked Jefferson with a smile.
"Why would I mind that?" Jefferson was happy upon hearing Adrienne''s answer. Then,
unexpectedly, Adrienne got up and went to the closet to take a quilt. She continued, "There is a
room next door. You can sleep there."
Instantly, Jefferson''s face fell.
What did that stupid woman just say?
He dared her to say it again. He was that close to breaking her leg.
As expected, Adrienne did not dare to say anything, because she was immensely familiar with the
expression on Jefferson''s face at that moment. If she continued, he would definitely make her regret
for saying so.
Jefferson red at her, then turned around to go downstairs.
Adrienne was worried that the weather would make him fall sick like it had done to her, so she
nagged again, "Jefferson, don''t shower for too long. You just got here and you aren''t used to the
climate here. You''ll catch a cold easily."
Jefferson ignored her.
After a while, Adrienne, who had been lying in bed, heard the sound of Jefferson''s footstepsing
up the stairs.
He had taken such a long shower. It would be his own fault if he caught a cold. Adrienne grumbled
inwardly.
The moment Jefferson stepped in the room, he asked, "Adrienne, why aren''t there any towels in
the bathroom?"
He was stark naked as he strode in unscrupulously.
When Adrienne saw him, her face turned red in an instant. She quickly covered her head with the
quilt and asked, "Jefferson, must you be like this?" "You''ve seen every bit of me. There''s nothing to
be shy about," said Jefferson dismissively.
Adrienne had a sudden impulse to kick him out. "I mean, can you just cover yourself up, please?"
"You don''t even have a spare towel in your bathroom so I had no other choice but toe into the
room this way." Jefferson shrugged.
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Adrienne was speechless.
Very well, it somehow became her fault that he had to walk around naked.
Forget it, she didn''t want to argue anymore because she knew that Jefferson coulde up with a
hundred different reasons as to why he should be naked.
"Don''t hide, hurry up and get me a towel. Otherwise, you''ll have to take responsibility if I end up
catching a cold," urged Jefferson.
Adrienne wished she could ignore him, but she was afraid that he would really fall sick. Thus, she
quickly got out of bed, took out a towel from the closet, and handed it to Jefferson. "Here, dry
yourself quickly."
Jefferson did not take it. Instead, with a wicked smile on his face, he said, "I want you to help me."