My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1982

"Shut up!" Johan's patience seemed to have run out as he no longer gave Sierra the opportunity to refute him.

He kept Sierra in the car and told the driver to lock the door before speeding off.

Knowing that there was no way to escape, Sierra didn't bother to struggle anymore.

She sat quietly beside him and waited to see what tricks he was going to play next.

Sierra waited for a long time but Johan was still silent.

She angled her head slightly to look at Johan. She noticed that he was resting with his eyes shut, looking extremely arrogant.

It seemed that she had spoiled that man too much before!

In the past, whenever Sierra was with him, she would always have to be the one to initiate the conversation or she would never hear even a sound coming through his lips.

That sort of unscrupulous behavior really needed to be curbed as soon as possible. Sierra thought.

Otherwise, Johan would really think that he was her everything; the center of her universe, and that she wouldn't be able to live on after leaving him.

Hence, Sierra had made up her mind. Since he was ignoring her, she would ignore him too. They would see who would emerge as the victor.

Since the two in the backseat were silent, the driver did not dare to speak up either. Johan hadn't given him a location, so he could only continue driving at low speed.

No one in the car spoke. It was so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard.

"Take us home!" After a long while, Johan spoke in a placid tone.

When the driver received the order, he immediately accelerated, and put up the divider glass to give them some privacy.

He knew that Johan had something to discuss with Sierra but he was not sure what it was about. He didn't even dare to probe into it lest he had to pay for his curiosity later on.

The back seat of the car was spacious and could seat multiple people at a time. There was even a corner to do paperwork.

However, Sierra felt somewhat claustrophobic with the divider raised.

She felt uncomfortable all over so she covertly inched toward the car door.

Johan had been waiting for Sierra to speak for a long while. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Sierra through the corner of his eyes.

Sierra was sitting close to the car door, peering out of the window. It was obvious that she was seated at the position furthest away from him, and that she did not intend to pay any attention to him.

"This woman is really detestable!" Johan thought.

She was like a dog who followed him wherever he went back then.

But now that she wanted to end things, in a twinkling of an eye, she was able to act like she had never known him before. The way she acted was as though even a mere glance at him would sully her eyes.

Huh!

Did she really think that he was some fun toy that she could play with when she felt like it and throw him away whenever she got bored?

Johan clenched his fists and turned to look ahead with deep anger in his eyes. "In her dreams!" He cursed inwardly.

Looking out of the window, Sierra could sense some movements from Johan's side, but she did not want to spare the effort to concern herself with him.

Sierra had always been of that nature. She was willing to love, but equally willing to let go.

From the moment she decided to let go of Johan, she no longer wanted anything to do with him.

However, there were some things that she couldn't just cut out even if she wanted to.

She knew that she had to stay as far away from Johan as possible and to never again lose her head over him again. However, her emotions made her do otherwise.

Looking at the rapidly retreating scenery on the street at that moment, she could faintly see Johan in the reflection on the car window.

In a daze, she saw a young man in a white shirt.

He was tall and slender, with a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

Amidst the crowd, he was so dazzling that he attracted everyone's attention at a single glance.

The girls who were coming and going were not only gawking at him, but they even slowed down as they walked past him, savoring every second that they got to gaze upon him.

Some braver girls even went up to him and took the initiative to introduce themselves to him. "Hello, I'm a freshman from the English Department. Nice to meet you!"

The young man politely nodded, but did not utter a word in reply.

After countless approaches, the smile on his face was still apparent. He looked both benign and handsome, which gave countless girls butterflies in their stomachs.

If one was a little more observant, they would notice the coldness behind his smile. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He didn't like any of those girls who crowded around to suck up to him. In that case, why was he standing there on such a busy street then?

The sun was shining brightly that day and all the freshmen were excited to be attending one of the most prestigious universities in the world.

Sierra was one of them. Nonetheless, she seemed to be a lot less enthusiastic compared to the others.

It wasn't her first time there. For her, it was just the same as any other place that she could come and go as she wished.

Her father and the chancellor of that university were close friends, so needless to say, the chancellor was also one of the people who had watched her grow up.

In addition, most of the Yard family was an alumni of that university. They had all been well-known figures during their time there.

Sierra had been listening to everyone babble on about that university since she was a child.

She was very interested in it at first, but having to hear that for another twenty years definitely killed her interest.

Right then, she didn't have to listen to them gush about it anymore as she had been admitted to the English Department and would be a student there from then on.

In fact, Sierra was mad at herself for scoring in the entrance exam without even trying as her dream to go to a different school in a different city was dashed.

Her grandfather was open to negotiating with her on anything, except for her choice of university.

Sierra was reluctant to show up that day but her grandfather had gotten two bodyguards to escort her, so she wasn't left with much of a choice.

All the other freshmen were beaming with joy and she was the only one who looked gloomy.

Until she, like many other girls, saw that guy, who looked as warm as the sunshine.

When Sierra saw him for the first time, she could feel every ounce of her being drawn to him. Her gaze locked onto him and she could not look away ever since.

She was just like any of the girls there, no, to be precise, she was much braver than all of them.

Sierra stood before him and extended her hand with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sierra Yard. I'm a freshman from the English Department. Nice to meet you."

His response to her was basically the same as those he had given to the other girls. A polite and distant smile.

The other girls had left sulkily upon receiving such a response, but Sierra did not.

She showed him a brighter and sweeter smile and continued, "I'm Sierra. S-l-E-R-R-A. It's a Spanish name that connotes strength and groundedness."

Sierra had never introduced herself that seriously before. It was obvious that she was trying to make a deep impression on him.

She also wanted him to notice her beauty. She might not be as perfect as Angelina Jolie, but she certainly wasn't bad-looking at all.

Nevertheless, that young man, who was full of vim and vigor, didn't seem to have any interest in her at all. He replied to her in a well- mannered but distant way, "Hi there!"