Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 405

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 405**

**Chapter 405**

Tiffany stood off to the side, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t quite rein in. It was astonishing, really, to witness a powerful CEO so preoccupied with something as trivial as a pair of slippers. In truth, he was even more insufferable than Raymond. Perhaps it was true what they said: all men, at their core, had a childish streak—though Caleb seemed to be the rare exception.

Caleb, with his calm demeanor, offered a mild smile and replied, “Disposable ones make things easier for her. She doesn’t have to worry about washing them afterward.”

How incredibly thoughtful of him, Tiffany mused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the dynamics at play. Here was one man acting like a petulant child while the other donned the mask of gentility. If Sydney weren’t pregnant, she would have never found herself in this chaotic three-way standoff.

Sydney, however, seemed completely unfazed by the banter surrounding her. She marched straight to the dining table, lunch box in hand, as if she hadn’t heard a word of the conversation.

Once they all settled down, Caleb excused himself to retrieve bowls from the kitchen, his movements smooth and purposeful.

Julian, ever the opportunist, swiftly claimed the vacant seat beside Sydney, adopting a commanding tone as he directed the others like a puppet master. “Ms. Voss, you can sit across from Precious.”

Sydney had long since exhausted her repertoire of strategies for dealing with Julian’s overbearing nature. The residual tension from the press conference still simmered within her, and she didn’t even spare him a glance, her focus resolutely fixed on her plate.

The more Julian contemplated the way she had smiled at Caleb earlier, the colder his expression became, his eyes narrowing in silent resentment.

Caleb, on the other hand, remained composed, effortlessly taking his seat and reaching for the serving utensils. With a gentle flourish, he placed a succulent chicken drumstick on Sydney’s plate.

“Nancy made herbal chicken soup just for you,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring. “She even consulted a nutritionist. It’s good for your condition.”

Sydney, who had lost a bit of weight due to her morning sickness, felt a flicker of gratitude. She really did need something nourishing to help her regain her strength.

“Thank you,” she replied, her hand reaching instinctively for the drumstick. But before she could grasp it, Julian’s fork swooped in like a hawk, snatching it away.

“She doesn’t like drumsticks,” he declared flatly, replacing it with a chicken wing instead.

Sydney pressed her lips together, a flash of irritation crossing her features. “Maybe I like drumsticks now,” she murmured quietly, though the truth was, she didn’t. She had always preferred wings over drumsticks. It was a long-standing unspoken rule between her and Julian: she would eat the wings, while he took the legs.

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