My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1955

"Sierra, have you forgotten who you are? Did you forget how high and mighty you used to be? Do you still remember how you are the apple in the Yard family's eyes? But look at you now. Who are you trying to put on this pity act for? Me, or the Yard family?"

Johan turned back and stared at her face coldly. As he continued to stare at her, he unhooked her fingers, one by one. "Sierra, if you want to play games, I'll advise that you find someone else. I'm not interested."

"What do you mean by that?" Sierra shook her head. "How could you think that of me? I'm not playing games. I've never thought of that even once. I really want to be with you for the rest of my life."

"You want to be with me for the rest of your life?" He snickered. Born handsome, his smile immediately melted his icy appearance, which made him look much friendlier. However, his smile only lasted for a good few seconds before it was replaced by anger. "Are you going to say that you love me too?"

"Yes, I am in love with you, head over heels." Otherwise, why would she get engaged to him or even marry him? In the end of the day, it was all because she loved him, so incandescently in love that she was willing to give up anything.

In the past, she had come across the saying that in the world of love, the person who fell in love first would always be the passive party in the relationship. The person who loved less would always be the one who wore the pants, with a privilege for a final say. But Sierra begged to differ, for she felt that love was equal, and her hard work would definitely pay off. However, at that moment, it seemed like she had no choice but to believe what others had attested to.

Johan was not surprised by her sudden confession. On the contrary, he found it ridiculous.

Their gazes met as he chuckled and said, "Sierra, I can't afford to play all these love games."

Sierra was left speechless.

She wanted to say something, but the moment she parted her lips, no words left her. She felt like her heart was twisted to the point that it was hard for her to breathe.

Just as she was feeling numb due to the pain, Johan continued coldly, "Please leave my house immediately, and don't ever show up here again."

Then, without glancing at her, Johan strode forward and left.

Sierra stood there absentmindedly for a long time; not moving a muscle. She stood still like a fool as her tears rolled down uncontrollably.

It was autumn, so the weather wasn't cold, but Sierra felt like she was submerged in an ice bath. Cold wind gusted from all directions, making her tremble.

Perhaps she was wrong. It was a mistake to fall in love with a man she shouldn't have.

At that moment, her phone rang, which broke the silence.

Upon hearing the ringtone, Sierra came back to her senses slowly.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down before answering the phone. "Hello?"

"Sierra, it's me, yours truly. I'll be arriving at the airport in two hours, come pick me up." Jefferson's arrogant voice sounded over the phone. By right, it should have rubbed her the wrong way, but she felt warm when she heard it. From NôvelDrama.Org.

She really wanted to cry out over the phone and pour her heart out, but she didn't want anyone to see her weakest side, even if it was her closest relative.

She bit her tongue hard and held herself together before answering, "Okay." "Sierra, are you down with a cold?" Sierra shook her head and tried her best to make her voice sound better. "No."

"But your voice sounds off. Don't hide anything from me, Sierra." Jefferson wasn't easy to fool.

Sierra immediately changed the topic, "Why did you fly here at this hour?"

Jefferson replied, "Because the tickets are cheaper at night."

Sierra said, "Huh, I'm not going to fall for that."

"Because I miss someone and I want to see her as soon as I can."

On the day Adrienne left, Jefferson had worked non stop for several days straight. As soon as he'd finished his work at hand, he bought a ticket to the capital to visit his grandfather and to look for his little idiot after.

That woman was indeed cruel. After so many days' effort, all Jefferson had gathered was only a slight clue of her whereabouts.

Sierra said, "Does that mean that Adrienne is not with you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then don't say a word more. I'll get ready and pick you up from the airport later."

"You don't have to come if it's inconvenient for you. I can flag a taxi or I can get the driver to pick

me up."

"If Grandpa finds out that no one went to pick you up at the airport, he'll be giving us all an earful, all right. Okay, I have to get ready first. See you later."

After hanging up the phone, Sierra turned around and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

The woman in the mirror was full of sorrow, so much so that she almost couldn't believe that it was herself.

She told herself that she couldn't do this to herself anymore. At the very least, she mustn't let her family see her in that state.

She washed her face and put on some makeup, but as soon as she dabbed her foundation on, she burst into tears.

"Sierra Yard!" She raised her hand and threw her compact powder at the mirror. "Can't you just get your sh*t together? Do you want your family to see you in such a mess?"

In fact, there were times that she felt that she was rather impressive. Although her and Johan were not getting along well, she still managed to make her family believe that they were a loving couple.

How laughable and pathetic!

At the airport.

Jefferson collected his luggage and went straight to the exit. Some distance away, he caught sight of Sierra. He waved to her, but she didn't see him. She was spacing out and it was obvious that something was bothering her.

Jefferson walked up to her and asked, "Miss Sierra, what are you thinking about?"

Sierra snapped back to her senses and smiled at Jefferson. "I'm thinking about you."

"Thanks, but no thanks." Jefferson looked around and said, "It's late. Are you here by yourself?"

"You asked me to pick you up, of course I'm. Should I have asked the driver to come instead?"

Jefferson was exasperated. "Where is Johan? How could he let his fiance come to the airport alone at this hour? Couldn't he come with you?"

Sierra argued, "He's busy with work."

"Why do you look so pale?"

"Me? Oh, I think it's my foundation."

Jefferson grabbed her icy cold hand and questioned, "Johan bullied you, didn't he?"

Sierra said, "Nah, we're doing just fine."

Jefferson reached for his mobile phone and was about to call Johan. However, before he could dial his number, Sierra grabbed the phone and said, "Okay, fine, we had a fight, and I don't want to see

him now."