Chapter 205: The Fireworks in Her Heart

It truly was beautiful. Sierra couldn’t find the words to describe what she was seeing. Then she remembered what Johnathan had told her before—she would see even more beautiful sights in the future. He wasn’t just saying it; he was proving it with his actions.

She turned her head to look at him, only to find that he was already looking at her. In his dark, obsidian-like eyes, she saw only her reflection. She could hear her own heartbeat, pounding wildly in her chest. Tonight was unforgettable—for all of them.

Later, when it was time to rest, Sierra stayed by her grandmother’s side, just as she always did. Ever since she learned about her grandmother’s condition, she had made it a habit to sleep next to her. But this time, Sierra’s grandmother gently said, “I’ll be fine on my own. Go rest.”

“Grandma…”

Before Sierra could protest, her grandmother added with a knowing smile, “Go to him.”

Sierra was speechless. Her face flushed a little, making her grandmother chuckle. “You young people should enjoy your own world. And help me thank Johnathan. These past few days have been the happiest of my life.”

In the end, Sierra left. But before she did, she reminded her grandmother over and over again to call them if she needed anything. Only after Sierra was gone did her grandmother’s smile fade, replaced by a trace of sadness. Her body was getting worse. The pain had been intensifying these past few days, forcing her to take medication just to suppress it. She knew what that meant. If she had a choice, she would have loved to stay longer—to see her Sierra in a wedding dress.

She picked up her phone and dialed Yulia’s number once more. Still, no answer. She sighed softly.

Meanwhile, Sierra stood outside Johnathan’s door for a long time before finally mustering the courage to knock. Johnathan had just stepped out of the shower. Hearing the knock, he assumed it was Dickson and opened the door—only to find Sierra standing there. His first instinct was that something had happened to Sierra’s grandmother. But from the way Sierra looked, that didn’t seem to be the case. She, on the other hand, was momentarily stunned.

A white towel hung loosely around his waist, doing little to conceal his physique. She had always known he had a great body, but now, she really knew. His firm, broad chest, the defined ridges of his abs, the sharp V-line disappearing beneath the towel—for the first time in her life, Sierra fully understood the phrase “male beauty.” So men could be this tempting, too. Her throat felt dry. She had never thought of herself as someone who would be so easily swayed by appearances. But now, standing in front of Johnathan like this… If I don’t do something right now, I’d be letting myself down.

Before Johnathan could say a word, she stepped forward. Standing on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down and kissed him. Johnathan froze for two full seconds. Then, he seized control. His response was fierce, possessive, and overwhelming. Without hesitation, he lifted her up. Sierra wasn’t short, but compared to him, she was so small, so easy to carry. Effortlessly, he turned back into the room, using his foot to kick the door shut behind him. In just a few steps, he was at the bed. He tossed Sierra onto the mattress, and then, he was on top of her.

This time, neither of them held back. They tangled together, lost in each other. Johnathan was aggressive. If it had been before, Sierra would have pushed him away. But this time, she didn’t. This time, she only responded to him with equal passion. The air conditioning was on, set to a cool temperature. But no matter how cold the room was, the heat between them couldn’t be tamed.

“Are you done?”

Sierra peeked out from beneath the blanket, only her eyes visible. She didn’t quite dare to look at him. Everything had been going so well. It should have been a natural progression.

But in the end… it hadn’t happened. For the first time, she had seen Johnathan truly unrestrained. She had already guessed certain things before, but actually seeing it—she realized she really couldn’t do it. Johnathan had coaxed her, gently encouraging her to try. But just as she expected—she still couldn’t. And so, things ended the way they did. She had hidden under the covers and left Johnathan to handle things himself.

Hearing her words, Johnathan shot her a murderous glare. Sierra shrank back into the blanket, feeling a little guilty. This isn’t my fault. Johnathan should take most of the blame. He should really reflect on himself. Who told him to be so… so… so damn intense?