Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

"When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You," Julian experiences a powerful emotional response when he hears Sydney call him by his name, "Jules." This moment reignites memories and feelings he believed were long buried, creating a sense of nostalgia and longing within him. Despite the presence of Tiffany nearby, he feels an overwhelming urge to connect with Sydney, leading him to step out into the night to find her.

When Sydney emerges from her room, she is met by Julian, who envelops her in a warm embrace. Their interaction is filled with tenderness and affection, as Julian reassures her that her sentiments are valid and that he appreciates her understanding. This intimate moment between them signifies a deepening of their bond, marked by a blend of seriousness and playful affection, which leaves Sydney feeling light and cherished. The following morning, Sydney's anticipation grows as she prepares for her day at the clinic.

At the dining table, Tiffany teases her about the previous night's events, showcasing their close friendship. Sydney shares the revelations about Julian's family, highlighting the relief they both feel upon discovering that he is not related to Eloise by blood. This news brings a newfound lightness to Sydney, indicating a shift in her emotional state. At the clinic, Sydney interacts with a new patient, Charlotte, and her grandmother, providing reassurance and care. The atmosphere is calm until a nurse interrupts, announcing that Julian is waiting for her.

This moment of anticipation builds excitement for Sydney, hinting at the deepening relationship between her and Julian as she prepares to wrap up her day. The chapter encapsulates themes of love, connection, and the relief that comes with understanding one's past. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 503** **Chapter 503** As soon as she uttered the name "Jules," a profound stillness enveloped Julian.

That single syllable seemed to echo through the air, traveling through his eardrums and coursing through his veins, igniting every nerve ending until a tingling sensation danced along his spine. It was a name he had longed to hear, and now, after their reunion, she had chosen to use it again-just like she used to. The warmth of nostalgia wrapped around him, stirring memories he had thought were buried deep. If it weren't for the fact that Tiffany was just across the hall, he might have lost all semblance of control.

But even with that thought lingering in the back of his mind, restraint was slipping away from him like sand through his fingers. With a swift motion, he twisted the knob of his door and stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the faint sound of Raymond's voice drifting from the couch behind him. "Where are you going this late?" he called out, his tone half-hearted, as if he didn't truly care. Julian chose silence as his answer, his feet carrying him out of the apartment and into the coolness of the night air.

only sounds that reached him were the soft rustle of her movements-curtains being drawn, the gentle creak of her bed as she settled in. Then, with a teasing lilt in her voice, she said, "If not, then I guess it's just me being sentimental." His response was low, gravelly, almost a growl. "Come out for a second." "What?" The uncertainty in her voice was palpable, and for a brief moment, she hesitated, unsure of his intention. But deep down, she understood him well. Julian

stepped outside, the corridor bathed in shadows, the lights extinguished. Only the silvery glow of the moon illuminated the tall figure waiting for her, casting an ethereal glow around him. When her gaze met his, it was as if the world faded away. His eyes, dark and shiny like polished obsidian, held a depth that stole her breath. A flutter raced through her heart, and she instinctively

her close. His voice, warm and soothing, brushed against her hair, answering the very question that had lingered in her mind. "I did want to. Everything you said was right. You weren't being sentimental at all. My Precious is too smart." His chin rested gently atop her head, his voice a blend of seriousness and playful affection. Each word fell against her ears

morning light broke softly the next day, and Sydney awoke with a sense of anticipation. After spending a few hours at the clinic, she was scheduled to return to the Hutton estate to continue Florence's treatment. As she emerged from her room, the sight of Tiffany at the

during the night, she was never one to pry. They were best friends, yes, but each cherished their independence. Still, gossip was a delightful temptation, and Tiffany never missed an opportunity to indulge. Sydney had intended to share every detail after her shower, but Julian's call had changed her plans, leading to a long embrace that had stolen the hours away. By the time she returned, Tiffany was

sly smile dancing on her lips as she said mysteriously, "He didn't just give me an answer." "Oh?" Tiffany leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

washed over them like a wave, and with it came a rush of relief. Tiffany exhaled a long breath, her grin widening. "Good. That's really good!" As she observed Sydney, a thought crossed Tiffany's mind-'No wonder she seems different. There's a lightness to her, a liveliness that wasn't there before.' The

took the old woman's pulse, she asked gentle questions, scribbling out a prescription while explaining dietary restrictions in a soft, reassuring tone. Charlotte hesitated, her brow furrowed with concern. "Can my grandmother's illness be cured?" "Of course," Sydney replied with a warm