Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Sydney experiences a moment of shock and disbelief when Caleb tends to a small cut on her hand. The act stirs up unsettling memories from her past, making her feel vulnerable and trapped. Despite her instinct to pull away, Caleb's grip is firm and unyielding, revealing a strange intensity in his gaze that suggests he is compelled to care for her in a way that feels both foreign and alarming.

As Caleb cleans her wound, Sydney grapples with her emotions, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. His actions are unlike the detached remarks she would expect from him in the past, highlighting a shift in their dynamic. When she tries to leave, Caleb's bodyguards block her path, and she confronts him with sarcasm, feeling cornered by the man she once thought she knew. The tension builds as Caleb's demeanor transforms from reserved to desperate, pleading with her to stay until her brother returns to help investigate their parents' deaths.

Sydney's internal conflict deepens as she contemplates Caleb's request. His vulnerability and willingness to face consequences for her presence evoke a mixture of fear and sympathy within her. She feels the weight of his possessiveness, which both frightens and intrigues her. When she questions his sanity, Caleb's fierce determination becomes apparent, revealing the extent of his feelings and the lengths he is willing to go to keep her close. The chapter closes with Sydney feeling overwhelmed, caught between her past and the uncertain future that Caleb represents.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 254** The moment Sydney's fingertip made contact with the dampness, a flicker of shock ignited in her eyes, a mix of disbelief and alarm. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly, the weight of the moment crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Even with the memories of her childhood still fresh in her mind, this felt like a line crossed. It was terrifying, an unsettling reminder of a past she thought she had left behind.

She instinctively tried to retract her hand, but Caleb remained steadfast, his grip unyielding as he continued to suck at the small cut on her skin. There was a strange intensity in his gaze, as if he were trying to extract more than just blood from the wound. After what felt like an eternity, he finally released her, yet his hold remained firm. He guided her to the sink with a gentle insistence, turning on the tap to wash away the remnants of her injury. Water cascaded over her hand, mingling with the crimson droplets, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

healed," she remarked, her tone laced with incredulity. "It still needs proper care," he replied, his voice steady,

Sydney remained still, an internal storm brewing within her. This wasn't a spontaneous act of compassion; it felt as if he were ensnared by some unseen force, compelled to care for her in a way that was both foreign and unsettling. In days gone by, he might have simply chided her with a remark like, "How are you so careless?" and left it at that. But now, he was creating a scene over what seemed to

her. As she moved towards the door, Caleb remained silent, but two imposing bodyguards stepped forward, blocking her escape. His eyes never left her, a piercing gaze that seemed to absorb every flicker of disbelief that crossed her features when she turned back

gradually slipping away, replaced by someone she hardly recognized. Caleb sensed

softening, almost pleading. "When your brother returns, if he agrees to help investigate your parents' deaths, I promise I'll let you go." Sydney let out a short, scornful laugh, disbelief coloring her features. "Are you serious?" First, he had granted her a mere three days, then he had

hesitated, allowing her to pull away, then gently placed his hand on her head, a gesture that felt both protective and desperate. "Sydney, I don't know what else to do," he confessed, his voice laden with an ache that resonated deep within him. "I don't know any