My Husband, Warm The Bed

"Why are you saying so much nonsense? No one will think that you're mute if you keep quiet for a while." When Britney talked to Adrienne, she was kind and gentle; but when she spoke to Jefferson, her tone was filled with despise and disgust. "You're already so old, don't you know that you're supposed to go help out in the kitchen?"

Jefferson went speechless.

"Alright," he thought. He was the son of the family next door, but Adrienne was the Hefner family's real daughter.

The dominant and proud Jefferson became a poor little puppy at home, being bullied by everyone else. Whenever Britney told him to do something, he never dared to do otherwise as long as it wasn't against his principles.

After all, his mother was the person who gave birth to him and raised him. Their fate as mother and son would only last for a lifetime, so he tried to make her happy whenever he could.

Jefferson walked around the porch and saw his father, Albert Hefner, reading the newspaper in the living room. He looked and waved at Albert. "Old fogey, long time no see. Did you miss me while I was away?"

Hearing Jefferson's words, Albert furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Jefferson with dissatisfaction. "You're already so old, yet still so impolite. Look at you, how are you going to fit into society in the future?" Jefferson wasn't bothered at all. "Old fogey, I think you should worry about yourself more. We youngsters have our own way of living, you don't have to worry about us. Besides, you used to say that meddling in other people's businesses would make you get old faster, am I right?"

Albert remained silent.

He had never been able to do anything about his son. He could only give a hopeful glance to his wife who was walking into the room. "Britney, do something about your son."

Britney was the name of Jefferson's mother. Her full name was Britney Yard.

Albert was a very assertive person, he was in charge of making most of the important decisions in the household. However, Britney was clear that he had never been able to do anything about Jefferson all these years, so she said, "Jefferson, how could you talk to your father like that?"

Jefferson didn't bother maintaining his father's reputation. "Old fogey, you'd only complain to Mom when you're mad at me, am I not your son too?"

Britney interrupted, "Jefferson, do you want to get beaten up today?"

"I was just greeting him," Jefferson said.

Britney ordered, "Go help Jessie in the kitchen."

Jefferson looked at Adrienne and said, "Come with me, Little Specky."

Adrienne did not want to be with him, so she ignored him. Unexpectedly, he added, "This is your house too, so don't think of yourself as a guest. You'll have to do whatever I do too."

Britney quickly defended Adrienne, "Jefferson, has it been too long since you last got spanked?"

Jefferson winked at Britney, but she didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Even though Britney had defended her, Adrienne felt that it was inappropriate to not help out now that Jefferson had said these, so she said, "Auntie, I think I'll go help Jeff in the kitchen. After all, he rarely cooks and he's not very familiar with the kitchen. It'll be better if there's someone there to help him."

Jefferson teased, "You're saying it as if you're very familiar with the kitchen."

Adrienne was at a loss for words.

"Jefferson, don't be rude," Britney warned Jefferson, and then turned around and looked at Adrienne with a warm smile. "Alright, you can go give him a hand then, Adrienne."

Seeing that Britney treated both of them so differently, Jefferson was infuriated. But now that he had managed to snatch his wife back from his mother's hands, his resentment was no longer a big deal. Watching Jefferson and Adrienne walking towards the kitchen together, Britney sat next to Albert and exclaimed, "Albert, don't you think that Jefferson and Adrienne are getting closer to each other?" Albert raised his head with a frown. "But I don't think Adrienne is willing to be together with Jefferson. Are you imagining things?"

Britney poked Alberts head and said playfully, "Is there something wrong with your eyes? They're clearly very close, yet you're saying that she doesn't want to be with Jefferson? If she really didn't want to get close to Jefferson, she wouldn't have followed him to our house. I'm pretty sure their feelings are mutual."

Albert did not agree with his wife. He explained his opinion rationally, "Think about Jefferson's behavior and temper, he never knew how to get along with people. He has always been so self-absorbed and never cared about the feelings of others. Any girl who falls in love with him must have something wrong with her eyes."

Albert had no mercy when it came to judging his son. If people who didn't know the truth heard this, they would probably think that Jefferson was truly a good-for-nothing.

Britney was unhappy with this statement. "Albert, Jefferson is just a little arrogant. He's good looking, has a well-built body, and has socializing skills as well. He's still considered a decent person from whichever perspective, and he's still worthy of dating Adrienne."

"No matter what, this is the furthest their relationship can go, it will never get any further," said Albert.

Britney didn't understand. "What do you mean? Don't you want them to be together?"

Albert explained to Britney patiently, "I know you like Adrienne and you really want her to be a part of our family, but I have to remind you that you shouldn't have this thought. It's the world of the youngsters now, they should have the freedom to date whoever they want and the freedom to choose their own partners. Don't make them date just because you want them to."

Britney was never an unreasonable parent. Hearing her husband say that, she said anxiously, "Jefferson had his gaze stuck on Adrienne for the whole day; I'm pretty sure he's desperate to marry her too. It's not even necessary for me to control anything."

Hearing her raise her voice, Albert surrendered in an instant. "Alright, everything you say is right."

Britney smiled and said, "Of course everything I say is right."

Albert replied helplessly, "Okay, I was wrong then."

In the kitchen.

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Jefferson immediately chased Jessie away once he entered the kitchen as he wanted to speak to Adrienne privately. "Little Specky, I'll tell them about our marriage later after lunch. You should be mentally prepared."

Adrienne stopped him, "No!"

Jefferson raised his eyebrows and looked at her sternly. "I'm not asking for your permission, I'm notifying you."