Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 390

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 390**

**Chapter 390**

The recent encounters between Sydney and Julian had been strictly formal, a series of professional meetings devoid of any personal connection. However, on the eve of the press conference, her phone illuminated with his name, breaking the monotony of their routine.

Having just emerged from the shower, the warmth of steam still enveloped her, making her voice soft and slightly breathy. “Hello?” she answered, curious yet cautious.

“Just got out of the shower?” Julian’s voice, smooth and inviting, floated through the line.

Outside, beneath the flickering light of a streetlamp, Julian leaned casually against the post, his eyes drawn to the soft glow spilling from her window. It was a familiar sight, one that made him feel oddly connected to her even from afar.

“You haven’t dried your hair yet, have you?” His tone was steady, almost teasing, as if he could picture her in that moment.

Before Sydney could form a response, he anticipated her answer.

How had he come to know her so intimately? She rubbed her damp hair with a towel, a sigh escaping her lips. “Not yet.”

“Then dry it.” His voice held a magnetic quality that wrapped around her, lingering in the air like a gentle command.

A part of her resisted the idea.

“Fine, I’ll go dry my hair. Hanging up now,” she said, attempting to sound dismissive.

“Don’t hang up.” Each word from him was soft yet resolute, leaving no room for argument. “Dry it. I’ll listen.”

Caught in the web of their peculiar agreement, Sydney felt a familiar tension rise within her. She tossed the towel onto the sofa, its fabric landing with a soft thud, and made her way to retrieve her hairdryer, a reluctant acceptance of his request.

Using the hairdryer in the bathroom had never been her preference; the air was always too humid after a shower. Instead, she brought it into her bedroom, a habit he had once indulged, helping her dry her hair countless times, turning what was once a mundane task into a shared moment of intimacy.

From the faint silhouette moving behind her window, Julian could sense her hesitation. The streetlamp cast a warm glow, highlighting his sharp features while softening them with an undercurrent of affection.

Sydney had a tendency to be stubborn with him, often sharp-tongued and occasionally defiant. He had always tolerated her sass, a bad habit he indulged because, to him, she was unlike anyone else he had ever known.

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