Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 113 But for the first time, Penelope realized that Julian truly cared this much about Sydney's life. Just moments ago, he had personally led men to sweep the entire building with his overwhelming aura, as if his whole world held space only for that "little sister." He was such a brilliant man. If only Caleb could care for her the way Julian did. How wonderful would that be? Julian ignored the noise outside the door. His thumb brushed away Sydney's tears with unbearable gentleness. "Precious, it's alright now.

If you want to cry, then cry as much as you need." When his gaze shifted to the large bruise on her arm, his voice turned glacial. "Victor hurt you?" Sydney followed his line of sight belatedly, looked at her arm, and shook her head. Tears still flowed as she rasped hoarsely, "I did that to myself." Normally, when needles were buried under the skin, tweezers were needed to remove them carefully. She had had neither tweezers nor time. It was no wonder bruises had bloomed. That needle, pressed into a pressure point that prevented unconsciousness, had saved her life.

Julian stayed by her side until her sobs subsided and her emotions steadied. Then he bent, one arm wrapping her waist, the other crooking beneath her knees. "We're changing rooms. A doctor will check you." She did not resist. "Okay." With the drug's suppression gone, her body was limp and weak. When Julian carried her out, his expression had returned to its icy, stone-like mask. Even though his suit jacket covered her disheveled gown, Caleb instantly saw how bedraggled she looked. Panic flashed across his face as he rushed forward. "What happened?

his way. "That useless idiot! I delivered her straight to his bed, and he could not even manage to get his pants off!' she berated him inwardly. Her gaze burned with venom as she stared at

this?" Caleb demanded again. Julian's lips curled into a cutting sneer, and he sharply glanced at Caleb. "And you think you're in any position to get her justice? 81 Caleb's face darkened. "What do you take me for? She's my wife. She's been humiliated like this, and you think I'd stand by doing nothing?" Julian

was clearly more beneath those words. "What are you implying?" 1/2 "The literal meaning." In the presidential suite, Elliot had already arranged everything. Julian laid Sydney gently on the bed and turned to Raymond Hutton. "She's in your hands now." Given what had just happened, he trusted no one else. For once, Raymond was not his usual unserious self. He examined Sydney, then nodded. "Don't worry. My character might be questionable, but my medical skills are solid." Julian gave no reply and