Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 254

**Chapter 254**

The moment Sydney’s fingertip made contact with the dampness, a flicker of shock ignited in her eyes, a mix of disbelief and alarm. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly, the weight of the moment crashing down on her like a tidal wave.

Even with the memories of her childhood still fresh in her mind, this felt like a line crossed. It was terrifying, an unsettling reminder of a past she thought she had left behind.

She instinctively tried to retract her hand, but Caleb remained steadfast, his grip unyielding as he continued to suck at the small cut on her skin. There was a strange intensity in his gaze, as if he were trying to extract more than just blood from the wound.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally released her, yet his hold remained firm. He guided her to the sink with a gentle insistence, turning on the tap to wash away the remnants of her injury. Water cascaded over her hand, mingling with the crimson droplets, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Once he had rinsed it clean, he led her back to the living room, where he retrieved an iodine swab from the first aid kit, the antiseptic pungent and sharp in the air.

Sydney frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion. “You haven’t even finished disinfecting it, and it’s already healed,” she remarked, her tone laced with incredulity.

“It still needs proper care,” he replied, his voice steady, dismissing her protest as if it were inconsequential.

He knelt beside her, his long lashes casting shadows over his cheeks as he meticulously tended to the cut with hands that were surprisingly steady. His touch was delicate, almost reverent, as if he feared inflicting any more pain upon her.

Sydney remained still, an internal storm brewing within her. This wasn’t a spontaneous act of compassion; it felt as if he were ensnared by some unseen force, compelled to care for her in a way that was both foreign and unsettling.

In days gone by, he might have simply chided her with a remark like, “How are you so careless?” and left it at that. But now, he was creating a scene over what seemed to her like a trifling injury.

After all the fuss, an unexpected wave of nausea washed over her, robbing her of any appetite. When he finally placed a plaster over the cut, she stood up abruptly. “It’s getting late. I should go,” she stated, her voice firm despite the turmoil inside her.

As she moved towards the door, Caleb remained silent, but two imposing bodyguards stepped forward, blocking her escape.

His eyes never left her, a piercing gaze that seemed to absorb every flicker of disbelief that crossed her features when she turned back to him.

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