My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1920 - I'm Very Sorry

Just as Freya was mulling over it to no avail, Jefferson went to see her again. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

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 was going on. She did not resent

Jefferson for it. In fact, she felt relief, and she said, "Jefferson, it's not your fault. I don't blame you for it. However, since they're acting so flagrantly, then they must have other vicious plans in mind too. You must watch over Adrienne; you can't let her get hurt.”

"Freya..." Perhaps if Freya had scolded him, Jefferson would feel much better. But not only did Freya not blame him, she was worried about Adrienne's well-being. It made him feel even more guilty. If it weren't for him, Freya wouldn't have been framed in that manner.

Jefferson continued, "I'll protect both you and Adrienne, but you'll have to bear with it for a couple more days."

"I'm happy to see that your enemies are thinking so highly of me. It proves that our friendship is strong enough for all to see," Freya said calmly. "All of us are of the same age, except Adrienne who's three years younger than us. For many years, we've regarded her as our sister. I don't want to see her being sad anymore, especially after her parents' death."

Jefferson understood all of what Freya was saying.

Freya added, "Jefferson, is it possible that what happened between Freddy and that woman is also staged?"

"The DNA test results of the victim's child are out. It is indeed not Freddy's. Like you, he was probably framed because of me," Jefferson replied with a nod.

After hearing what Jefferson said, a faint smile appeared on Freya's face. Although it was just a weak smile, it was obvious that she was rejoicing internally. "It's good that he didn't let my love for him for so many years go to waste."

"We know how he feels about you, and we know what kind of a person he is too. He wouldn't do such an absurd thing, if he wasn't set up," said Jefferson.

Freya laughed, but the laughter soon turned into tears. She was not crying because she was sad, on the contrary, those were tears of happiness. "Fortunately so... But I was being impetuous. I deemed that he had an affair with another woman without even hearing him out. He must be very sad that I divorced that impulsively."

"I think the perpetrators have done a thorough investigation on you. They know that you're not the type to tolerate cheating. That's why their tricks worked on you," Jefferson assured her. They

must've thought very highly of Jefferson. In order to deal with him, they even investigated his friends' interests, hobbies, and personalities.

"Jefferson, can you please tell this to Freddy for me. Tell him not to worry about me. I will definitely be able to leave this place. Also, after I leave, I will marry him again, as long as he's willing to." Freya really regretted her rash actions.

Jefferson nodded. "Sure, I will let him know."

Freya piped up again, "Jefferson, please ask Bruce and Tommy to proceed with caution too."

"Alright." After that experience with Freya, Jefferson had already made all the necessary preparations. He would not allow Bruce and Tommy to be dragged into the mess when Freya hadn't even been released.

Freya was indeed a smart woman. With just a little hint, she managed to think far ahead.

After meeting Freya, Jefferson felt much more cheerful.

That night, he would go and meet the people pulling the strings.

However, he was a little worried about Adrienne.

From all the information they had right then, the mastermind was most likely... Jefferson didn't want to think about that possibility, but according to the evidence at hand, he couldn't help his thoughts foraying in that direction.

However, he would find out whether his guess was correct that night.

Before getting off work, Jefferson took some time to call Britney. He informed her that he and Adrienne would have dinner together with them that night.

Britney was very happy to hear that they were visiting for dinner. She began pondering over what dishes to cook that night. She hoped that if she made more of Adrienne's favorite dishes, Adrienne would gain some weight and give birth to a healthy child for the Hefner family the following year.

However, if it was a boy, then that grandchild of hers would definitely be a naughty rascal. Britney thought to herself that it would be good if the child was a quiet and sensible girl like Adrienne. The more she thought about it, the more serious Britney became.

Seeing that Britney was too busy to pay him any mind, Albert frowned unhappily and whined, "Why don't I see you busying yourself like this for me after I come back from a 15-day business trip?"

Upon him saying that, Britney, who was tasting the soup at that moment, immediately rolled her eyes. "Old fogey, you shouldn't point fingers. Was there ever a time I neglected you and didn't serve you well when you came back from your trip?"

Albert was speechless.

Come to think of it, Britney really did serve him well. It was just that Albert wanted her to pay more attention to him, and quit focusing only on her son and daughter-in-law.

Britney smiled and put down the bowl of soup. She turned around, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. Still smiling, she asked, "Is this what you want?"

Albert took the cup of tea and set it down. Holding her hand tenderly, he said, "I have something to discuss with you."

Britney said with a smile, "I'm still in the midst of cooking the soup. Whatever it is, well talk about it after Jefferson and Adrienne come home and finish their dinner."

"Can you put me before your son for once?" Albert grumbled, displeased.

Looking at his grumpy face, Britney thought that Albert was getting more adorable as he aged. She couldn't help but reach out to pinch his face, "Albert, we have each other for company every day and night anyways. Jefferson and Adrienne are finally home for once, so don't be jealous of them, okay?"

Albert did not reply.

No matter how angry he was, as long as Britney gave him a smile, Albert was powerless to do anything.

But he had to tell her about that one thing no matter what. "It has to do with Jefferson and Adrienne."

"Jefferson and Adrienne?" Britney was taken aback. After a while, she asked, "Did something happen to them?"

Albert began speaking, "About Jefferson and Adrienne's marriage..."

Before Albert could finish, he suddenly heard Jefferson's voice coming from the yard. "My Queen, your son and daughter-in-law are back."

Hearing Jefferson's voice, Britney couldn't care less about what Albert had to say anymore. She hurriedly went to the yard to receive her beloved son and daughter-in-law. "Adrienne, you're here."