My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1954

Sierra trotted to catch up with him.

However, with her high heels on and Johan's tall stature and long legs, Sierra just couldn't get near him. It was only a moment before she was left far behind. "Johan, wait for me."

Johan took the lead and got into the car. He drove away without looking back, leaving his newly married wife on the side of the road right outside of the Civil Bureau.

Sierra's smile faded away little by little, eventually leaving a bitter and helpless look on her face as she watched Johan drive away.

She knew clearly that he didn't marry her out of love, so what was she excited for?

She always knew that Johan didn't love her, but she fell in love with him and swore to marry him.

After many years of hard work, she finally became his wife.

A freshly printed wedding certificate was in her hand at that moment. It should have been a joyous occasion, but all she could feel just then was unbridled mockery.

She thought that a piece of paper would bring her and Johan closer together. But at that moment, she had come to a realization that not only did the distance between them still exist, it had pushed them even further apart.

"Johan!" Sierra mumbled his name over and over to herself as a foolish attempt to bestow strength upon herself. "I have persisted for so many years, and there will be plenty more time to do so in the future. No matter how cold-hearted you are, I will find a way to soften that steel of heart of yours."

After comforting herself, Sierra tried to put on a smile again. This was their first day as a married couple and they had a long life ahead of them. She had to pull herself together, and live a good life

with Johan. She couldn't be defeated just because he had shot her a cold look.

After thinking it through, Sierra headed for the shopping mall. She bought all sorts of things before returning to Johan's home.

She had never been a good cook. However, because of Johan, who had stomach problems, Sierra had spent two years learning to cook, especially his favorite dishes.

Sierra bustled around in the kitchen for a few hours, grilling steak and blanching vegetables while she waited for Johan to return home to enjoy her piping hot home cooked meal.

Naively, she thought that if he could feel the warmth of a family, he would fall in love with the feeling. Once he gradually got used to her love and care, he would begin to grow dependent on her, slowly accepting her from the bottom of his heart.

Unexpectedly, she waited all the way until 8 in the evening, and Johan was still nowhere to be seen.

She wanted to give him a call, but she was afraid that she would disturb him at work, so she held back.

She waited again, and it stretched until the night grew dark. Johan still did not turn up.

When the short hand on the wall clock finally pointed to eleven, Sierra picked up her cell phone to dial Johan's phone number, but all she heard was a cold machine operator's voice. "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

He did not come home.

He turned off his phone.

Sierra refused to give up and tried to contact his assistant instead.

The call was connected quickly this time. "Hello, Miss Yard!"

Such a name gave Sierra's heart a violent pain. In the eyes of the people around Johan, she could only be Miss Yard. It was impossible for her to be Mrs. Silas. But she still acted as if nothing was wrong. She pretended to be all nonchalant and asked, "Archer, did you guys work overtime today?"

"No, Miss Yard."

Sierra said again, "What about Mr. Silas..."

Johan was her newly married husband, yet she had to inquire about his whereabouts from his subordinates. Prideful as Sierra might be, when it came to Johan, she would rather cast her pride aside. So she asked casually, "Where is Mr. Silas?"

"Miss Yard, Mr. Silas usually doesn't keep us updated about what he does after working hours. You can call him if you want to."

Sierra sighed internally.

If her call could get through, would she have to call his assistant to embarrass herself?

Then, she recalled the time when she had made Johan furious. He'd said to her, "Sierra, you are a woman, after all. How can you be so shameless?"

Under no circumstances was she a shameless person, but she loved him, so much so that she was willing to put her dignity aside.

Sierra hung up the phone and kept the dishes she'd spent hours cooking back into the kitchen to keep them warm. She thought that Johan must have been delayed by some urgent matters at the moment and she wanted him to enjoy a warm meal once he's home.

However, Johan never got to eat those dishes after all.

For the four days after the registration of their marriage, Johan didn't go to work, nor did he come home. It was as if he had been spirited away. Sierra asked around for his news, but to no avail.

On the fourth night, Sierra, as usual, had finished cooking and waited for Johan to return home. Nonetheless, Johan didn't show up, even after the food had already turned cold.

In the middle of the night, when Sierra was asleep and her mind in a daze, she could vaguely feel that someone was standing by her bedside. She was so frightened that she sat straight up. Under the faint light of the night lamp, she could make out the outline of a tall man.

He was in a formal suit, standing straight by the bed. He was the kind of man who would make a deep impression on others at first glance. But at this time, it was as if he was covered with ice. Despite him being two to three steps away, Sierra could still feel the coldness wafting from his body.

He stared at her with his dark malicious eyes as if he were looking to swallow her whole. Sierra shrank her neck and asked, "What's wrong, Johan?"

Without a word, Johan continued to stare at her coldly.

Sierra was so nervous that she gulped and asked, "Johan, what-what's wrong with you?"

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Words finally left Johan's lips. It was the first sentence he had said to her ever since they had gotten married.

He called her name.

However, he stopped after uttering just her name. Sierra had no idea what he wanted to say. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know what to ask exactly. He looked so terrifying that it made her hair stand on end.

It remained that way for a while before Johan turned to leave once again.

Seeing that he was about to leave again, Sierra instinctively wanted to stop him; her actions preceding her thinking. She turned over and got out of bed. Without even putting on her room slippers, she chased up to him. "Johan, where are you going?"

He looked back and saw her bare feet on the cold floor, and his gaze turned even more frigid. "Go back."

However, Sierra couldn't care less. Even if he wanted to swallow her whole, she would allow him to do so. She just didn't want him to leave her all by herself and disappear without a trace again.

She ran over and hugged him from behind. She pleaded, "Johan, don't go. Please don't leave me alone again, okay?"