Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Sydney experiences a whirlwind of emotions upon encountering Julian, who appears unexpectedly at her door. His relaxed demeanor and striking appearance disarm her, igniting a mix of familiarity and discomfort. As they engage in conversation, Sydney grapples with her feelings of defeat and the realization that she has been overanalyzing their situation.

Despite her initial attempt to dismiss Julian's presence, her heart betrays her, revealing a lingering connection that complicates her emotions. As they transition to dinner, Sydney is pleasantly surprised by Julian's cooking, which stands in stark contrast to the takeout she anticipated. The beautifully presented dishes spark joy within her, reminding her of their past interactions. Their playful banter about cooking leads to a deeper conversation about love and appreciation, where Sydney articulates that genuine affection transforms any experience into something special.

Julian's admission that he learned to cook the omelet specifically for her stirs a sense of nostalgia and longing, highlighting the bond they once shared. Despite the warmth of their exchange, an undercurrent of tension remains as Sydney recalls Julian's absence and the changes in her life since then, particularly her feelings for Caleb. Julian's pride prevents him from admitting how much he misses her, yet his determination to learn something for her sake reveals his deep-seated feelings.

This moment of vulnerability contrasts with Sydney's internal conflict, as she struggles to reconcile her past feelings for Julian with her current reality. The chapter culminates in a delicate balance of playful teasing and unspoken emotions, as Sydney and Julian navigate their complex relationship. Sydney's silence in response to Julian's playful remarks indicates her desire to maintain composure, even as her heart wrestles with the memories of their shared past.

The atmosphere is charged with unacknowledged feelings, leaving readers to ponder the potential for rekindling their connection amidst the challenges they face. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 214** Sydney turned sharply, her body tense with an unexpected mix of emotions, and found Julian casually leaning against the doorframe. His dark eyes were locked onto her, a gaze that felt both familiar and unsettling. He looked freshly showered, droplets of water still clinging to his damp black hair, which fell effortlessly over his forehead.

Without the usual sharpness that often surrounded him, he radiated a relaxed, almost domestic charm. There was something refreshingly handsome about him, a quality that disarmed her defenses. A wave of defeat washed over Sydney, heavy and suffocating. "You overthink," she blurted out, her voice lacking conviction. But as soon as the words left her lips, she realized the truth. No, it was she who was drowning in overanalysis. How could she have been so naive to think that Julian, now that he had found a way to tighten his grip on her life, would ever simply release her?

course not," Sydney replied, but the contradiction was palpable; her heart was betraying her words. He dismissed her denial with a casual flick of his finger, beckoning her toward him. "Then come eat." She

upon the dinner table, where steaming dishes awaited her. Her eyes sparkled with surprise and delight. "You made these?" Each dish was beautifully presented, nothing like the hasty takeout or delivery she had expected. Just that morning, when he had prepared soup and an omelet, she had been taken aback by how delicious it was. The fact that he could cook no longer

man can cook, or if he can't?" She paused to ponder his question, then replied earnestly, "Do you want the truth?" "Otherwise?" he retorted smoothly, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Then I'd say it doesn't really matter," she answered with equal candor. "If it's

delivery?" she guessed, her curiosity piqued. "Sort of," he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. The truth was, Agatha had insisted that the New Year celebrations weren't officially concluded until next month. Even though Julian hadn't returned to the garden villa, she had prepared meals and sent them to Delta Mansion, where they

shadows over his eyes. "I learned to make the soup on the spot. The only thing I really know how to make is an omelet." She remembered that day vividly. After he had sent her back to Eloise's courtyard, he had moved out

Before long, he was crafting omelets with the finesse of a seasoned chef. He had once envisioned a future where, once everything was settled, he would bring her back home and prepare her an omelet every single morning.

"That's right," he replied without a moment's hesitation, a carefree smile dancing on his lips. "Learned it for you, princess. Happy?" She recognized that playful glint in his eyes-he was teasing her. If she reacted, he would only find amusement in it. So, she opted for silence, washing her hands before heading to the kitchen to