Please Make Me A Widow!

Adrienne put the bowl of soup that was filled with salt in front of Jefferson. Then, she put down the bread and smiled widely at him. "Mr. Jefferson, breakfast is served." "I'll take that bowl, and you can take this one," said Jefferson. He wasn't looking to be poisoned by her just yet. "Mr. Jefferson, the two bowls are the same, why..." Adrienne really wanted to rush over and bite the man, and then kick him a few more times. "It's just breakfast, all he has to do is eat it. Why is he being so fussy?" she wondered. But, she didn't dare to! She was so timid that she didn't dare to provoke him. Her childhood experience was still vivid in her mind. She was not stupid, why would she bother him? "I want the other bowl," he answered annoyingly. That was right, no matter how rich one could be, Jefferson's happiness could not be bought! This arrogant but shrewd son of a b*tch! Adrienne scolded in her heart. One day, she would poison him to death and then chop him into pieces before cooking him