Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Tiffany reflects on the complicated relationship between Sydney and Julian, hinting at past grievances that have driven them apart. Her bittersweet comments about their compatibility and the influence of the Sterling family evoke a sense of regret and nostalgia, leaving Sydney deep in thought about the implications of Julian's ambiguous feelings towards her.

The online buzz about their relationship adds another layer of pressure, as Sydney grapples with the sudden exposure of their private lives and the potential involvement of the enigmatic Tristan Sinclair, who thrives on chaos. As the chapter unfolds, Sydney is pulled back to the present when the doorbell rings. Tiffany's sly smirk hints at the unfolding drama, as Sydney realizes that Julian has arrived, overseeing the arrival of movers. His cold demeanor and indifference towards her create a palpable tension, highlighting the emotional distance between them.

Meanwhile, Caleb, a comforting presence, offers to join Sydney for dinner, providing a brief respite from the turmoil. The atmosphere shifts dramatically when Julian enters, asserting his dominance and challenging Caleb in a playful yet charged manner. The familiar slippers he retrieves evoke memories of their past together, intensifying the emotional stakes in the room. Sydney feels the weight of their shared history as the air crackles with unspoken feelings, setting the stage for potential confrontations and revelations.

The chapter ends on a cliffhanger, leaving readers eager to see how the complex dynamics between the characters will unfold. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 404** As the conversation meandered back to familiar territory, a pang of regret washed over Tiffany, stirring up memories she wished she could bury. "You two are such a perfect match," she mused, her voice laced with a bittersweet tone.

"If it weren't for that wretched old woman in the Sterling family, you would never have been driven apart." Her words hung in the air, momentarily silencing Sydney, who found herself lost in thought. Julian had never outright denied the truth-not during their tumultuous past and certainly not in the recent press conference that had sent shockwaves through their lives. But what did that really signify? At best, it simply indicated that he hadn't yet grown weary of her presence, a thought that offered little comfort. Meanwhile, the online world was ablaze with fervor. [Ahhh, I can't take it!

Julian lost his parents at a young age, and Sydney's an orphan too. They're each other's salvation!] [Guys, did you notice? Julian's tall as a skyscraper, yet in every photo, Sydney's the one leading the way!] [Detail lovers, we bow to this level of perfection!] As Sydney scrolled through the myriad of comments, one question gnawed at her: How on earth did those intimate

the audacity to breach that fortress now? Suddenly, a name flashed through her mind like a neon sign: Tristan Sinclair. That man was the embodiment of wicked charm, and it was painfully clear that he had set his sights on both her and Julian. Reckless and unpredictable, he thrived

faint sounds drifted in from outside, pulling her back to the present. Tiffany, sensing the disturbance, was about to check when the doorbell rang, slicing through the tension that had settled in the room. With a quick motion, she swung the door open, and upon seeing who stood there, turned back to Sydney with a sly smirk that seemed to say, "Good luck, girl. You're on your own now." 'An ex and an ex-husband, face to face. Now that's a

realize the man closest to the door was not Caleb, as she had initially assumed. It was Julian. He stood by the elevator, his expression as impenetrable as ever, issuing instructions to movers who were hauling in something substantial. What

her gaze, offered a faint smile that drew her attention back to him. "Nancy was bringing you dinner," he explained, his voice warm and reassuring. "I ran into her downstairs and figured I'd help carry it up." Sydney looked away, her mind racing. After a brief moment of contemplation, she replied evenly, "Have you eaten? You might as well join us." Caleb's surprise was evident, his smile softening in response to her unexpected invitation. "Sure," he said,

as she turned to shut the door, Julian's voice sliced through the air, casual yet dripping with his signature arrogance. Before she could muster a response, Julian strode across the threshold in just three long strides, his presence commanding and leaving no room for dissent. As Caleb bent to retrieve a pair of disposable slippers from the rack, Julian brushed past him, effortlessly pulling