Why Wasn't He Angry

Jefferson was in a good mood. ...... Adrienne could see that. Wasn't he supposed to be angry upon seeing Zelson confess his love to her before his eyes? Why was he in such a good mood? Adrienne really couldn't understand that man. Jefferson would always be very furious when she expected him not to be. He would be so mad sometimes that he would gnash his teeth, as if he couldn't wait to devour her whole. And when Adrienne expected him to be angry, he wasn't? Conversely, he was in high spirits. Was there something wrong with him again? Adrienne couldn't make heads or tails of it. She tilted her head and looked at Jefferson, asking, "Why are you not angry?" "Who says I'm not?" Jefferson said as he halted in his tracks. He put both his arms around her waist, lowered his head, and whispered with his warm breath tickling her ear, "I'm so angry that I can't wait to swallow you up." Jefferson's tone was soft and gentle, but it made Adrienne shiver. She immediately stepped back. "You-you're rea