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Chapter 52 A Place That’s Not Home
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Johnathan’s home didn’t match his outward demeanor. It wasn’t warm or inviting–it was spacious but cold, nearly indistinguishable from a model home. Itwasbig, with only traces of his presence scattered around
It was obvious that no guests ever came here. There weren’t even extra slippers prepared. Johnathan simply handed Sierra his own and walked in barefoot.
Sierra had assumed that when he said he’d provide a meal, he’d just order takeout. But when she saw him rolling up his sleeves after taking off his suit jacket, sherealized–he was going to cook himself.
“You can cook?”
Johnathanglanced at her. “Isthatsurprising?”
Sierra nodded. “Very surprising
“Go sit and rest, or check out the books in the study. You might find something you like.”
“His suggestion tempted her, but she still felt a little awkward. “I can help.”
I don’t make sick people work. Next time, you cookwhileI rest”
With that, he pushed her out of the kitchen.
Sierra’s fingers twitched slightly. Next time!
She shook her head to stop herself from overthinking and went to the study.
The bookshelves were filled with books–many of them chemistry and biology texts, some of which weren’t even available on the market. Sierra’s eyes lit up.
She got completely lost in them, only snapping back to reality when a knock came at the door.
Johnathan leaned against the frame. “Dinner’sready
“Okay!”
She carefully closed the book and followed him to the dining area.
When she saw the meal on the table–four dishes and a soup that looked like they had come straight fromahigh–end restaurant–her eyes widened.
“You madeallthis?”
“Not a single dish is fake.”
Johnathanadjustedhis sleeves as he spoke,
The motion caught Sierra’s eye, and before she realized it, she was looking at hisforearm.
Itwasn’twhatshe had imagined. She had assumed he’d have the lean,slightlyfrailarmsofascholar, but his were strong, well–defined. Even though he wasn’t flexing, the power beneath hisskinwasevident.
And his complexionwasn’tthe pale shade of someone who spent all their timeindoors–it was a healthy tone. The fine hairs onhisarms wereabit thick, giving him a rugged, untamed feel, completely atoddswith his usual refined demeanor.
As he set the table, his broad shoulders and slim waist moved with ease,andhis lowertorsolooked particularly solid and
strong.
Maybe she wasn’t fully recovered yet, but Sierra suddenly felt a little warm. She quickly looked away,focusing on the food instead.
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The taste was exactly like something made by a high–end restaurant. Even the knife work and presentation were on par.
Johnathan sipped his soup and said flatly. “Didn’t need to.”
Sierra glanced at him. Maybe he didn’t even realize it, but when hesaidthat, he radiated a quiet, effortless authority–like someone who was used to having complete control.
The more she interacted with him, the less he seemed like the person he pretended to be. But she didn’t mind.
She grinned. “Mr. Johnathan, is there anything you can’t do?”
Johnathan thought aboutitseriously, then nodded. “There is.”
Sierrahadjust been joking, but when he actually answered, she got curious. “What is it?”
Johnathan looked at her and said in all seriousness, “Giving birth.”
Sierra blinked, then burst into laughter.
she hadn’t expected him to have a sense of humor–let alone one this dry.
Whenshelaughed, it was like all the shadows in her eyes disappeared. She looked warm, bright–completely different.
Johnathan watched her for a moment, thensaid, “You should laugh more. It suits you.”
The words caught her off guard.
For some reason,she suddenly didn’tdaremeet his eyes.
The air in the dining room grew oddly warm.
Then Johnathan’s phone rang. Hegaveherasmallnod before stepping away to answer it.
Sierra let out a slow breath
She pressed ahandto her chest–her heartbeat felt a little off.
Shaking off the strange feeling, she focusedonher food.
Johnathan returned soon after,and neither of them spoke. They just quietly ate their meal.
After they had nearly finished, Johnathan finally said, “I found the person you were looking for.
He paused for a moment before adding, “Do you want to go see them?”
Daphne’s family lived in the outskirts, in a run–downareawithmakeshift housing.
The conditions were worse than the Coleman family’s neighborhood.
Sierra hadn’t intended to trouble Johnathan any further, but he insisted.
He wouldn’t let hergoto aplacelike thatalone.