Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Julian’s dark eyes locked on hers. “Caleb wouldn’t even agree to this?”

“I haven’t asked him yet,” Sydney replied.

“Then why ask me?”

Sydney froze. Only then did she realize she still trusted Julian more than anyone else. She had spoken without weighing her words.

Seeing his unchanged, distant expression, she clenched her palm. “If you don’t want to, then forget it.”

If he refused, no one could force him.

Back in her apartment, her gaze stayed fixed on the clock. She stared until her eyes burned and emotions reached a breaking point, then suddenly grabbed her phone and dialed Alan.

The call connected. The plane had landed safely.

Her voice rushed out, a mix of shock and relief. “Alan, did Johnson pick you up? I need to ask you for a favor-”

“Syd.” His voice was breathless, urgent. “The flight landed early. We took a cab ourselves. There was an accident on the way. Eliana is badly hurt, and we’re headed to the hospital now.”

So this was what they meant by, “When it rains, it pours.”

Sydney shot up from the couch. “And you? Are you okay? What about her? Does she need—”

“I’m fine,” he cut her off, knowing her too well. “Don’t worry. Don’t come. By the time your visa’s sorted, she’ll likely be discharged.‘

“But-”

“Do as I say. When we return, you can come see her at the house.”

“Alright.” She forced herself to calm down. He was right. She couldn’t leave immediately anyway. “If either of you need anything, call me anytime.”

Most assumed Alan was nagged by his wife, but Sydney knew better. His wife rarely controlled him. He loved her. Now was not the time to add to his burden. She hung up quietly.

‘But Tiffany…‘ Sydney felt on the verge of breaking. She paced the apartment, phone in hand, anxiety clawing at her.

Who else could she turn to? Bruce? No. He was a genuine rich heir, but the real power in his family lay with his friend, the Sterling heir.

In the end, the only one capable of intervening was Julian.

Her heart was torn with indecision as she stopped at the entryway and dug her nails into her palm. She knew she should go to him. Still, panic clouded her thoughts.

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Meanwhile, Victor’s patience snapped, and he called her.

“Still haven’t made up your mind?” His voice slid into a mocking warning. “Keep hesitating, and I can’t guarantee what might happen to your dear friend.”

“I’ve made up my mind!” Her voice cracked, spilling out before she could stop it.

Victor laughed. “Then hurry up and-”

She cut him off and hung up. She had decided to go and beg Julian.

Sydney couldn’t hesitate any longer. She yanked open her door, strode across the hall, and pressed his doorbell. It was four in the morning. She braced herself for silence, for no answer.

Almost immediately, the door opened, as if he had been waiting.

Julian stood in a loose dark robe, the foyer light carving his features into sharp relief. His jaw was knife–edged, his eyes deep and unfathomable, watching her with a faint, detached gaze. He did not speak, merely waited.

The air around him radiated authority, dominance carried to its absolute edge.

Sydney’s fingers trembled at her sides. She lifted her head and summoned every ounce of courage. “Julian, you must have at least a little interest in me, right?”

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