My Husband, Warm The Bed

Thanks to the heavy workload that she had been attending to lately, Sierra couldn't help but drift off for a few hours straight. She probably would have slept till dawn if hunger did not hit her just then. She opened her eyes and noticed that Johan was next to her, making her think that she was still in dreamland.

However, as she looked carefully and realized that Johan was indeed sitting next to her, she immediately questioned in utter shock, "Why-why are you here?"

As soon as her words left her, Sierra recalled what had happened earlier that afternoon. She hadn't gone home at all and was instead forcefully shoved into Johan's car.

She looked away and out of the window. The lights outside were scattered, so she guessed that it was already late in the evening.

She glanced at the clock to check the time and realized that it was already past eleven o'clock at night. She looked back at Johan and asked, "Where is this place? What the h*ll do you want to do?" Johan's face fell upon hearing her words. Under the dim light, his face looked slightly twisted, and his voice was even more terrifying. "Don't you know where this place is?"

"Why should I know?" Looking at his sudden flip of expression, Sierra responded to him, discarding all decorum.

He was the one who brought her there yet he was asking her where they were. She didn't have a GPS system embedded in her body so how would she know?

"Huh..." Johan sneered, not a word formed, and the atmosphere in the car was depressing.

"Mr. Silas, let's talk it over. Don't show me that face all the time. Honestly, at this point in time, I really don't want to guess what you're thinking about or what you're mad about anymore." Sierra had tried countless times to make this relationship work but to no avail. She was emotionally drained; she didn't want to waste any more energy on him.

Sierra paused and waited for him to speak. However, just like before, Johan's reply was never forthcoming.

She continued, "If you don't want to talk to me, then please let me go now. It's late, I have to go home and rest."

At that instant, Johan finally parted his lips, but all he said was a repetition of his previous sentence. "Don't you know where this place is?"

"Mr. Silas, is there something wrong with my way of communicating, or is there something wrong with your hearing? Why can't you understand what I say?" In the past, Sierra thought that she knew him well but she was starting to realize that she knew nothing about that man at all. She couldn't even figure out the reason why he had brought her to that godforsaken place.

"Sierra Yard!" Johan shouted Sierra's name coldly. His cold gaze fell on her, looking as if he could not wait to devour her alive.

"Mr. Silas, you look very scary now." He was terrifying, but Sierra was not afraid of him. She knew him well, and that he would never hurt anyone. He would only dish out cold and violent tactics and ignore her. Sierra thought that since they couldn't talk things out, she had decided not to waste any more breath on him.

She turned her body and gazed out of the car window. It was already in the dead of night. The shops along the street were mostly closed for business and on the other side of the street was a young couple walking hand in hand, chatting away happily.

The couple seemed to be in their early twenties, both of whom were in their prime age, just like her and Johan during their university years.

Thinking of that, something suddenly flashed through Sierra's mind, and the scene in front of her gradually became familiar.

"Isn't this Southgate Avenue, the street where our university is?"

Although there were some changes here and there in the past years, it still looked pretty much the same. No wonder Johan was mad when she couldn't recognize it.

But why did he bring her there? Sierra wondered.

If it wasn't because she knew that he never had her in his heart, she would foolishly think that he was reminiscing about their past. That street was the place where they had met on her first day of school, and that was where their years of intertwining had been set in motion.

"Ah, so it's Southgate Avenue." Sierra smiled awkwardly and scratched her head to cover up her mortification. "We've graduated for several years now and I haven't been back since since then. Plus, some parts of the street have been refurbished and it's dark outside so I almost didn't recognize it."

She had already offered an olive branch, but

Johan still ignored her with a cold face.

It seemed that it was useless trying to ease the atmosphere, so Sierra shut her mouth obediently.

After a long time, Johan said in a deep voice, "Sierra, what am I to you?"

Sierra asked in reply, "Do you mean now or before?"

Johan didn't say anything. Sierra guessed that he wanted to know both, but she was unwilling to tell him. "I think it's better for me not to tell you. Even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."

In Johan's view, it was not that she didn't want to say it, but she was afraid that he would expose her lie. "If what you wanted to say was true, you wouldn't be worried that I won't believe it."

More than once she had been

misunderstood by Johan. She used to feel distressed because of that, but she was completely immune

it then. She quickly changed the

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topic. "Johan, I haven't had dinner yet. My stomach isn't feeling that well." In Johan's view, Sierra could still be lying. However, no matter how many times she had deceived him, he would still believe her, because...

He pressed the call button and asked the driver to open the door before getting out of the car himself.

Sierra didn't know what he was going to do so she sat still. After a while, she could hear him say, "Didn't you say that you were hungry?"

It was only then did Sierra alight the car. Johan ignored her and took the lead in walking forward, with Sierra following a few steps behind him.

When he slowed down his pace, she followed suit and kept a certain distance from him.

Johan, who was familiar with the way, walked into an alley. The alley was brightly lit, and there were various street vendors on both sides of the alley. There were not many people then, but the stores were still open.

As soon as Johan pulled up to a small taco store, the lady owner, Rosie, came out to greet him warmly. "Johan, you're here again."

"Mm." Johan nodded.

"I'll get food going for you on the grill right away." Rosie smiled and continued, "You still patronize here all the time even after you've graduated. What a rare thing. Is it still the usual? One for you here, and one to go for Sierra?"

Johan said, "No take-outs this time."

Rosie was about to ask further when Sierra showed up at the entrance to the store. She immediately greeted, "Sierra, please sit down. Your tacos will be up right away."

Sierra hadn't visited this store for a few years then, so her memory toward Rosie was rather hazy so she was quite surprised that Rosie was still able to recognize her at a glance.

She immediately recalled what Rosie

had just said, so she walked over to Johan and settled down next to him. "You still come here even after we've graduated years ago? How much exactly do you like the food here? You even got take-outs for me? Are you using me as an excuse because you were afraid that the people here would think that you had a colossal appetite?"

"Sierra!" Johan gnashed his teeth and called out her name. "Your ability to act coy is indeed first-class."