Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 346

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 346**

**Chapter 346**

Julian felt the simmering anger in his chest begin to dissipate, if only slightly.

He paused, taking a moment to collect himself before reaching out to gently wipe the thin layer of sweat glistening on her forehead. As he began to withdraw, he attempted to speak with a patience he didn’t quite feel. “Precious, you—”

“I can go now, right?” Sydney interrupted him, her voice as cold and distant as a winter morning. It was a stark contrast to the warmth that had enveloped them just moments before, during their most intimate moment together.

With a forced determination, she pushed herself to stand, her legs trembling beneath her, each movement sending sharp pangs of pain through her body. Yet, she moved with a swift efficiency, gathering her clothes from the floor and slipping them back on. She was the perfect mistress, executing her role with a practiced precision.

Julian, if he truly saw her merely as a mistress, might have appreciated the convenience of her obedience, but in that moment, as he listened to the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet sounds of her dressing by the door, irritation surged within him.

‘So, Sydney wants to sever ties, to end this in one swift motion? Fine. Whoever yields first will be the true loser,’ he thought bitterly.

In the dim light of the bedroom, Julian inhaled deeply, trying to quell the tempest of fury that threatened to overwhelm him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and flicked on the main light, casting a harsh glow across the room. His gaze instinctively darted towards the spot where she had just exited, and his mood darkened even further.

Bending down to collect the discarded garments, he intended to toss them into the laundry bin, but as his eyes swept across the bed, he froze, his heart pounding in his chest.

There, stark against the white sheets, was a small, vivid mark of crimson. His mind went momentarily blank, disbelief washing over him. It was no mere illusion.

The realization of what that mark signified hit him like a punch to the gut. In a flurry of motion, he hastily donned his clothes and sprinted after her.

Each step Sydney took was a battle against the pain coursing through her body. The time spent with him had been too long, and her skin felt raw, as if it were on fire. Yet, she pressed on, quickening her pace. If she allowed herself to slow down, she feared she might not find the strength to leave at all.

Even nine years prior, when he had cruelly cast her aside, she had clung to him, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded with him not to abandon her. Now, as she was the one making the choice to withdraw, the weight of that decision felt even heavier.

But she reminded herself that it was far better to end this swiftly than to prolong the agony.

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