Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 562 The pendant looked ordinary. Its quality and clarity revealed nothing unusual. Yet after one glance, Julian's expression shifted into a subtle and complicated one. He lowered his eyes to the young woman who watched him with quiet curiosity. Sydney did not understand. "What's wrong?" Julian turned the smooth pendant between his fingers. Instead of answering, he asked, "Why have I never seen you wear it?" Sydney pressed her lips together.

"I was afraid of losing it again, so I couldn't bear to wear it." Whether it came from her adoptive parents or her biological parents, it was the only proof she had ever been loved by family. She had always guarded it like a treasure. Julian saw the faint ache behind her eyes. A tight pull rose in his chest. Without asking for her opinion, he loosened the knot, lifted his hands behind her neck, and fastened the pendant around her throat. "Wear it. It looks good." When she reached up to remove it, he caught her hand. "Don't worry. You will not lose it again.

Even if you do, I will find it for you." "Really?" He lifted a brow. "Of course. Who am I?" Her heartbeat steadied. She let her hand fall and smiled up at him. "Then I will trust you this once." The pendant design was nothing rare. Yet after he saw it, Julian carried a heaviness he would not explain. When Sydney asked, he only said it was nothing. The next morning, Sydney did not have clinic duty. When she woke, the space beside her was already empty. After she washed up, she went downstairs. Agatha greeted her with a bright smile. "Jules left early today.

was fond. Ever since Sydney learned she was Julian's true grandmother, she had been happy for him. A

his head and shuffled to the door in slippers. When he saw the man standing outside, he snapped, "You finally remembered I exist?" A man who forgot his friends for love. Ever since he hauled Sydney off to Delta Mansion, Raymond could not get Julian out for anything. Julian looked oddly uneasy today. He did not jab back. Instead, he lifted the takeout box

his arms. He pointed at himself. "You are cooking for me?" "Yes." Julian had barely nodded when Raymond slapped a palm to his forehead. "You do not have a fever, do you?" Julian's lips moved, as if he had reached the limit of what he could hold in. Yet, he swallowed it down and endured it. Then he strode into the kitchen as if he lived there and heated the muffins. Raymond watched him and felt more certain that something was off.