My Husband, Warm The Bed

Stopping her car, Sierra quickly got off to check the situation.

No sooner had her feet been on the ground that four men got off from the car in front of her and surrounded her.

One of them pointed at her and barked, "Don't you f*cking know how to drive? If you don't, then don't drive. Say it, how much are you going to pay for the damage!"

Sierra was driving in accordance to normalcy, but the other party had, so suddenly, cut into her lane without a signal. As hard as she had stepped on her brake, she still collided with the car. They were supposed to be the ones held accountable for the collision.

However, they got out of the car and shouted at her, extorting compensation. Sierra suspected that these men had done so deliberately to scam her.

She took out her mobile phone and was ready to call the police. However, before she could even unlock her phone, one of the men had already wrenched the phone away from her. "We have something important to do today. Our time is money and you can't afford to delay us. The longer you delay, the more there is for you to pay."

Now that her cell phone had been taken away, Sierra could no longer call the police. It did not help that one by one, the cars beside her sped past, leaving her no way to ask for help. She knew that she had to prioritize her safety so she asked, "How much do you want?"

One of the men said, "One million."

The ones who had violated the law were wringing for a million in one shot. It was definitely daylight robbery in every sense of the word.

After confirming what their motive was, Sierra said with composure, "Excuse me, do you realize what you guys are doing?"

Another strong man shouted, "What are we doing? You hit our car, so you have to pay up. A million isn't even enough to cover our losses."

Sierra replied furiously, "Do you actually know how much a million dollars is? How dare you ask for that much money just for this? Why don't you just go rob a bank or something?"

"Very well. It's fine if you don't want to pay up. You can keep us entertained for the night and once we're all satiated, we won't ask you for the money anymore." The big fellows leered at Sierra, their looks making her sick to the stomach.

Sierra was so disgusted by them that her scalp turned numb. Just as she was at her wit's end, a familiar car pulled over.

Johan's driver got out of the car and asked, "Miss Sierra, what's the matter? Do you need our help?"

"These guys are blackmailing me now. Please call the police for me." At that moment, Sierra felt as though a messiah had graced upon the land. Otherwise, she really was about to be robbed in broad daylight. "Sure." The driver nodded and was ready to go back to the driver's seat to get his cell phone. When he turned his head, he noticed that Johan, who was initially seated in the back seat, was getting out of the

car.

The driver hurriedly reported, "Mr. Silas, Miss Sierra had asked me to call the police for her."

"Ah, there's not a need to lodge a report, not at all. We are the ones responsible for the accident. We will compensate accordingly. This accident has nothing to do with Miss Sierra." For some inexplicable reason, the group of men, who were acting fiercely just then, began to behave differently all of a sudden.

The man who took Sierra's phone earlier quickly returned it to her while the other man who tried to scam a huge sum out of her immediately stuffed a pile of money into her hand and said, "Miss Sierra, our lot is to be blamed for what happened just now. We got something else to attend to so we'll be hitting the road now. Please let me know if the money here isn't enough."

Sierra was baffled by their sudden change in attitude. By the time she regained her senses, the group of men had already driven off, as if nothing had happened.

Sierra raised her head and looked into Johan's deep eyes. She parted her lips and wanted to express her gratitude, but seeing the cold on his face, she couldn't bring herself to let her words roll off her tongue. Johan stared at her and said in a cold voice, "It's very fun, isn't it?"

Sierra was stunned. "What?"

Johan raised the corners of his mouth and said in a mocking tone. "Do you still need me to make it clear?"

Sierra hated the expression he had on. "What do you mean?"

Johan said again, "Sierra, your tricks are atrocious. Try harder next time."

"So you thought that I directed that entire scene earlier just so I could block your way?" Sierra understood what Johan meant, but she still wanted to confirm with him, hoping that it was she who had read too much into it.

Johan arched his eyebrows. "Isn't it so?"

"Isn't it so?" His words echoed in her head.

Sierra thought that she would no longer care about how Johan would treat her, but when she heard Johan questioning her in such a tone, her heart still couldn't help but ache in dull repetition.

Despite that, she laughed. "Mr. Silas, you really have a good eye. I worked so hard to put on this act but you saw right through me so quickly. You are indeed still the old you, bereft of any sense of humor." Upon hearing Sierra's words, Johan's forehead began to pulsate. He grabbed her by the wrist and said, "Get in the car with me."

Sierra struggled hard. "Johan. Let me go! To tell you the truth, I can't even bear to stay with you for another second."

Listening to her words, Johan's body stiffened, but he did not let her go. He forced her into the front passenger seat and got into the driver's seat before speeding off.

Sierra shouted anxiously, "Johan, are you out of your mind? My car is still there."

"Miss Sierra, I'll send your car for repairs. You don't have to worry about it." The driver who was left behind answered Sierra's question.

Sierra really wanted to roll her eyes at him. He was never this sensible, but somehow, he knew exactly how to work things out in situations like that.

Johan raced all the way and soon parked the car in the parking lot of the airport.

After getting off, Sierra ignored him and went straight in to look for Maxtor's arrival gate.

After a while, Johan came up to her.

He looked at her with a heavy gaze as she asked, "Why were you on your way to the airport?"

"Do you own this place? You're

allowed to come here, but I'm not?"

Sierra glared at him and quickly moved aside. "It's better for you and me to keep a distance from each other Don't let that woman you like misunderstand us."

Johan growled, "Sierra, are you really stupid or are you just playing dumb?"

"I am indeed stupid." It was because of this sheer stupidity that she'd wasted her youth on a man who

never loved her. She used to thinket

that this was just an integral part of her experiences in life and that there was nothing for her to regre But the more she brood over it, the she regretted it.

"Johan!"

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Just as the two of them were at each other's throats until their faces had turned red, a beautiful and familiar female voice was heard. Johan's face, which had been terrifyingly gloomy, flickered into a

smile at that instant. "You're back."

Sierra, too, looked toward the source of the voice. She couldn't help but feel nauseated the moment she saw that familiar face.

She covered her belly, summoning all her strength trying not to make a mess of herself.

Meanwhile, Johan was already waltzing over to Miranda to help her with her luggage, and the two of them were talking and laughing away happily.

That scene was an exact replica of the scene when they had first met each other at the university many years ago. At that moment, Sierra could feel her eyes sting and her stomach churning riotously.

It turned out that she had been an utter fool and the marionette to his puppeteer all those years.