My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1985

Miranda Attwood, who stood quietly next to Johan, inched a step forward.

She looked at Sierra and smiled with a hint of embarrassment. "Hi, Sierra. I'm Miranda. We'll be classmates and roommates from now on. I'm not a local here and I'm very eager to get to know this city but I'm not familiar with the area at all so I might have to trouble you to bring me around in the future."

"Hi Miranda, nice to meet you!" Perhaps because of Johan, Sierra was somewhat repulsive toward her.

Miranda was ever so warm to her, so Sierra could not ignore her but greeted her with niceties.

"We are all in the same course, so we'll definitely bump into each other a lot. Well, let's just get you two to your dorms now, yeah." Johan said as he and Maxtor carried the luggage so that they could get the two girls settled in.

Miranda followed closely behind him. "Johan, the bags are heavy. Let me carry some. Don't tire yourself out."

Maxtor said discontentedly, "It's not heavy at all.

Johan is a man, he'll be fine."

Miranda retorted in a soft voice, "I know better than you how heavy my luggage is. Besides, even if it's not heavy, can't I be concerned for Johan?"

Maxtor continued, "Care should come from the heart, not just a figure of speech."

Miranda was so angry at Maxtor's words that tears started welling up in her eyes.

Upon seeing that, Johan glared at Maxtor coldly. "Maxtor, no one will take you for a mute if you don't speak."

Maxtor had no choice but to shut his mouth obediently.

Sierra, who was a few steps behind them, took in what had just happened. Johan was always looking out for Miranda. He really seemed like a good man but it was too bad that he was taken.

Sierra looked away and took a deep breath quietly. She slowed down once again to distance herself from them.

"Some people just didn't belong to you, so you shouldn't bear any other thoughts about them," Sierra said to herself.

She shook her head, trying to dispel those inappropriate thoughts of hers.

However, before she could, she suddenly bumped into someone, and a pleasant scent wafted into her nostrils.

She looked up and saw that Johan, who was some distance ahead of her earlier, was standing in front of her like a tall mountain.

Sierra was so surprised that she didn't know what to say and looked at him blankly. He took the small bag from her and said, "Let me help you with this."

Not only was he good looking, he was fit, smart, and had such a nice voice too. He was attractive, and even more so right then when he was looking at her with such a gentle gaze.

Sierra's heart thumped wildly and it felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She had no control over her heartbeat at all.

D*mn it!

She had seen all kinds of men, but why was she so obsessed with him who she had just encountered?

"They're already way ahead of us. Let's go." Johan's voice sounded over Sierra's head once again. It was only then did she come to her senses and followed him with stiff steps.

Johan deliberately slowed down his pace and said, "Sierra, in fact, I've known you for a long time."

"What?" Sierra looked up at him. She didn't dare to believe what he had just said. "How do you know me?" she asked.

"I think it's rare for anyone in our school to not know you." Johan was one head taller than her and he was looking down at her with a faint smile on his face. He added, "I often hear people talk about you."

"Is that so?" It was as if Johan's gaze was an electric current, numbing Sierra all over. She hurriedly looked away and avoided his eyes.

"Aren't you curious about the people who were talking about you?"

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"It's Professor White."

"Oh, Mr. White. He has a good relationship with our family, so I'm kind of like his child. Everyone always thinks that their child is the best so you don't be too believing in those praises he spouts about me."

The White family and the Yard family had been family friends for a long time. Forbes White and Sierra's father grew up and went to school together. They were like two peas in a pod.

Forbes was one of the people who watched Sierra grow up, and he was more or less the reason why Maxwell had insisted on enrolling Sierra into that university.

Forbes had often mentioned that they mustn't benefit other universities by letting them have someone as talented as Sierra.

Johan, however, said, "How are you so sure that what he said were praises?"

The pride that was ingrained in Sierra's bones made her retort in an instant, "Well, I'm amazing. If he doesn't praise me, then I can't think of anything else he could talk about."

"Is that so?"

"Is that not so?"

"Yes, you're indeed outstanding, and that's why he would always use every means in the book to praise you in front of me."

"Why would he always praise me in front of you though?" asked Sierra in confusion.

"It's because... I will let you in on the reason next time." Johan deliberately left his sentence hanging, causing Sierra to roll her eyes. "Why would you leave your words hanging? How ungentlemanly."

"It's ugly when girls roll their eyes."

"How can a guy call a girl ugly!" Sierra complained.

Johan suddenly burst into laughter. However, Sierra did not understand which part of her words had set him off guffawing.

Johan was bright and warm back then. His smile was a constant on his face; his laughter always echoing.

Sierra had forgotten when, but it eventually became almost impossible just to hear Johan speak a single word to her, let alone display a smile.

It was probably because of that incident, for ever since then, she had never seen his smile ever again. Not even an insincere one.

As she thought about it, Sierra felt that her eyelids were getting heavier. She leaned against the chair and soon fell asleep.

She hadn't had a good rest for the past few days so she was undoubtedly drained. She closed her eyes and in no time, she fell into a deep slumber, without realizing that Johan's gaze, which was filled with mixed emotions, was on her.

More importantly, she also didn't realize that Johan had covertly scooted over to her side so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.

With Sierra's head rested on his shoulder, Johan closed his eyes gently. At that moment, his other senses had become sharper. He could smell her unique perfume scent and even feel her paced breathing.

That woman looked so lovely and innocent when she was asleep, but in fact, she was such a hypocrite that he could never hear anything truthful coming out of her.

Yes, she was a deceitful and despicable woman!

What was even more hateful was that he still couldn't let her go even though he knew what kind of person she was.

Just like...

Walking down the memory lane, Johan felt his heart clenching tightly and it was getting hard to breathe at that moment. He clenched his fists, and it was only after a long time that did he recover from it.

He lowered the divider and commanded the driver, "Take us to the usual place."