Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Sydney is reluctantly pulled from her thoughts as she prepares for her birthday celebration. She is surprised to find a cake waiting for her, but her initial excitement turns to confusion when she sees the cake, which resembles a culinary disaster rather than a festive treat. Julian, who had remembered her birthday, stands behind her with an expectant look, but Sydney can't hide her disappointment about the cake's appearance.

She gently suggests that he should avoid ordering from that bakery in the future. As Julian attempts to lighten the mood, a subtle tension builds between them. His demeanor shifts when he receives an urgent phone call regarding a personal matter involving a divorce that Sydney is unaware of. The conversation reveals significant information about someone named Ms. Wilson, which appears to weigh heavily on Julian. Despite the seriousness of the call, he returns to Sydney with a sense of relief, indicating that the information may have resolved a lingering concern for him.

Feeling the change in Julian's energy, Sydney hesitates when he encourages her to make a wish. The atmosphere becomes charged as he steps closer, turning off the lights and closing the distance between them. In a sudden, intimate moment, he lifts her onto the table and urges her to wish, but instead, he leans in for a passionate kiss that overwhelms Sydney. The kiss is intense and consuming, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within her as she grapples with the unexpected turn of events.

Caught up in the fervor of the moment, Sydney tries to voice her thoughts, questioning the significance of the wish they were supposed to make. However, Julian remains focused on their connection, holding her tightly as they share this intimate embrace. The kiss deepens, and as they finally pull back, the air is thick with unspoken feelings. In a decisive gesture, Julian extinguishes the candles, symbolizing a shift in their relationship, before sweeping her away to the bedroom, leaving the outside world behind.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 287** "Not really." Sydney's mind drifted back to reality as she reluctantly slipped her feet into her cozy slippers. The soft fabric felt comforting against her skin as she padded over to the dining table, the scent of something sweet lingering in the air. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she turned to glance at Julian, who stood behind her with an expectant expression. "Which bakery did you order this cake from?" she inquired, a hint of disbelief coloring her tone.

her was something else entirely. The cake, a supposed tribute to her special day, bore a striking resemblance to a culinary disaster rather than a celebration. Her beloved Dolly Knight had transformed into something grotesque, a creation that could

honesty and concern, she replied, "It's a bit ugly. Seriously, please don't order from this place again." His brow twitched, and she could see the wheels turning in his mind. Clearing his throat, he nodded solemnly, the corners of his mouth twitching as if trying to suppress a smile. "Mm. Maybe it got banged up on the way over.

ventured, her tone teasing yet hopeful. Julian's long, defined fingers struck a match with a practiced ease, lighting the candles that adorned the cake. At her question, his movements faltered for just a moment, a fleeting hesitation that

Elliot, crisp and urgent. Julian knew this was an inconvenient time, but the matter at hand was pressing. He kept his response succinct, "We've confirmed what you asked us to check. Ms. Wilson and Caleb really did divorce. The Hampton family has been concealing

fact that Sydney remained blissfully unaware of as she watched Julian. She couldn't hear the conversation, but she felt the intensity of his dark eyes piercing through her, filled with an unspoken urgency that

look in his eyes was one of raw, unrestrained release, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Sensing the shift in his demeanor, Sydney felt a flicker of unease wash over her. "Should I still make a wish?" she asked tentatively, uncertainty creeping into her voice. In response, he switched off the dining room lights, and with two long strides, he closed the distance between them. The candle flames flickered wildly, casting dancing shadows across the room as he

a low, intimate whisper. "Wish." The moment hung in the air, electric and charged, before his lips crashed against hers with a fervor that left her breathless. The kiss was fierce, consuming her entirely, leaving no room for hesitation. Even the heat of his breath ignited a fire within her. His palm pressed against her waist, warmth radiating through the thin fabric of