Sydney was a little surprised.In the past, she might have been flattered, climbed down from her high horse, and let Caleb coax her. Now, even pretending in front of him felt exhausting."Caleb, you really think that just because you cook me a meal, I'm supposed to forget what Penelope did to me that night?" she asked.She knew that was exactly what he thought. He had already lowered his proud head. What more could she possibly want? Of course she was expected to be sensible and give him an out.Caleb froze, ready to deny it. Then he realized she was right. Deep down, that was exactly how he thought. And he didn't see it as wrong.He frowned, softening his tone. "If you really had been hurt that night, of course I'd be on your side. But weren't you fine? What do you want from Penny? She just lost her temper.""This doesn't count?" Sydney yanked up her sleeve, exposing the ugly bruise on her arm. Her laugh was cold. "Or would I need to be assaulted before you admit she hurt me?"
Sydney frowned. "I'm busy."Caleb chuckled. "Then I'll let myself in?"He didn't think much of it. Even though Sydney had moved out, she was still his wife. Once he resolved things with Penelope and Sydney calmed down, life would return to normal.To him, entering her place felt natural. He asked only out of courtesy.Only then did Sydney remember she had never changed the smart lock password after moving in. Annoyance flared. She quickly stopped him. "No. I'll come back now."Ever since leaving Viridian Garden, she hadn't wanted Caleb anywhere near her private life except for unavoidable obligations.In her mind, home was a space reserved for the closest people.If Caleb went inside, she would feel exposed, violated.After hanging up, she looked up to find Julian watching her with idle amusement. His flawless face practically said, "Try standing me up and see what happens."Sydney hesitated. "Could you drop me at Haven first? I need to sign for something."Julian's smile was
"Who told you I was just acting on a whim?" Julian asked.Sydney froze. She was sharp enough to catch his meaning between the lines.As long as she stayed soft and obedient, she could be his little sister again, held in the palm of his hand. He would protect her, just as he had for those nine years.But when would he abandon her next? If she agreed now, she knew she would never sleep peacefully again.She pressed her lips together and stepped back, widening the distance. "Mr. Sterling, you must be joking."It was unbelievable.Sydney was probably the first person in Jouleston bold enough to humiliate Julian to his face—repeatedly.The study grew so quiet one could hear a pin drop. The air turned heavy and stifling.Julian knew she had been stubborn since childhood, but he had never realized how deep that streak ran.Back then, whenever she was upset, she'd behave the same way. He would give her a chance to back down gracefully, and she would refuse, forcing him to lower himsel
Sydney's cheeks burned at the implication, and she avoided Julian's gaze. "I-I can just tell them your height and weight. They're experienced…""Oh?" Julian hummed.He rose suddenly, crossed the room, and stopped in front of her, his amused smile sharp. "So, you know my height and weight?""I…" Sydney faltered.That old wall of strangeness rose inside her again. 'Right… We've been strangers for years now. Eight whole years—nearly a third of our lives without crossing paths.'She hadn't bought him clothes or given him gifts in forever. She no longer had any idea what his size was.'Eight years… If Yoyo were still alive, it would already be grown. Julian himself has changed so much too, with broader shoulders and a stronger build,' she thought.Steeling herself, Sydney said, "If you tell me, then I'll know, Mr. Sterling.""No." Julian's voice was cool. "Clothes need to be tried on. Numbers alone won't cut it."'Of course,' Sydney thought.For someone like him, custom-tailored s
"Mr. Sterling said Ms. Wilson should deliver it herself," Elliot told Peter, shooting him a look that made him feel like an idiot. "And he said now."Elliot: [Ms. Wilson, Mr. Sterling is free right now. Please bring it over.]Elliot: [We're at the Delta Mansion.]Sydney froze as the messages arrived one after another.They actually meant it?Still, after what had happened that night, she owed Julian a proper thank-you. Maybe this was her chance.She carefully folded the suit jacket, got in her car, and drove to the Delta Mansion.Oddly, despite the mansion's reputation for tight security, this was the second time she had been waved through without a single question.She followed the lakeside road, her chest tightening as the villa came into view.To Julian, her behavior that night must have looked pathetic. He had probably written her off as a hopeless lovesick fool a hundred times over.Undoubtedly, he would mock her again today."Ms. Wilson, you're here!" Elliot hurried ou
"When he heard you were coming, he was so pleased he told me to prepare extra dishes just for you." Agatha's cheerful voice faltered as she stepped inside and saw the room empty.She glanced toward the yard and noticed the car was gone too.'The little brat slipped away while I went to fetch our guest!' she thought indignantly.Agatha flushed with anger and embarrassment and turned to Sydney apologetically. "My grandson…"Sydney smiled lightly, reassuring her, "It's a workday. If something urgent came up, it's normal for him to leave. Don't be upset."In truth, she felt relieved. Her gaze swept over the table laden with dishes, and she praised warmly, "So it turns out you're not only good at muffins. Your cooking's incredible too."Sweet-and-sour carp, slow-cooked lamb, garlic abalone—each dish was perfectly prepared, fragrant, and colorful. Her appetite stirred instantly.Agatha watched as Sydney's pride softened. Cursing her wayward grandson silently, she opened a drink for Sy