Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

the story begins with Julian arriving at Sydney's home, only to find out she has already left for a home visit. His disappointment is palpable as he learns that she is with someone connected to the Shepard family, not with Madam Hutton as he had hoped. This sets the tone for the chapter, highlighting Julian's concern for Sydney and the complications in their relationship.

Meanwhile, Sydney is on her way to treat Jeremiah, accompanied by Marcus, who provides her with breakfast and emotional support. Their conversation reveals Sydney's internal struggle regarding her decision to resume house calls for Jeremiah, a choice filled with complexity and unease. She expresses her desire for Marcus to accompany her during these visits, showcasing her vulnerability and need for reassurance in a situation that feels precarious. As they arrive at Jeremiah's villa, the atmosphere shifts to one of warmth and civility.

Jeremiah greets them with a polite demeanor, and Sydney's initial apprehensions about treating him seem to fade as he expresses gratitude for her help. The inviting environment and Jeremiah's cooperative attitude create a sense of hope that perhaps the visit will go smoothly, contrasting with the tension that had preceded it. Overall, the chapter captures a blend of emotions-disappointment, concern, vulnerability, and a hint of optimism.

Sydney's journey towards finding stability in her professional life is mirrored by her interactions with Marcus and Jeremiah, suggesting a deeper exploration of her character as she navigates the complexities of her past and present relationships. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 486** **Chapter 486** +25 Bonus The metallic lid of the lighter snapped open and shut with a rhythmic clink, a quiet sound that cut through the stillness of the night.

Each flick of the thumb summoned a delicate blue flame that flickered to life for a brief moment before extinguishing itself, barely illuminating the shadows cast by the moon's pale glow. As dawn broke on the horizon, Julian arrived at Sydney's doorstep with almost clockwork precision. The doorbell chimed, pulling Tiffany from her morning routine. She opened the door, her hair still half-tied in a messy bun. "Looking for Sydney?" she inquired, her brow slightly raised as she took in the sight of him. "She just left," Tiffany informed him, noting the disappointment etched on his face.

a home visit scheduled and took off about five minutes ago." Julian's expression shifted, his brows furrowing in concern. "With Madam Hutton?" "Nope," Tiffany replied, shaking her head with a hint of uncertainty. "I think it was someone connected to the Shepard family. I didn't pry for details." Sydney had indeed departed just moments earlier. Marcus had been waiting for her in the parking lot, his presence a comforting constant in her life. As she slid into the car, he reached over to grab a bag from the passenger

a hint of warmth in his voice. "Thanks, Marc," she replied, her smile genuine as she accepted the bread and milk without hesitation. She tore open the wrapper and began to nibble on the food, savoring the simple pleasure it brought. She had left too early for Elliot to deliver the usual breakfast spread.

traffic to flow smoothly as they drove. The world around them was still in the process of waking up, the soft light of dawn illuminating the streets. While they navigated the roads, Marcus stole a glance at her. "What made you decide to do house calls for Jeremiah again?" Sydney hesitated, the question stirring a mix of emotions within her. The entire situation was far too complex to unpack in a single breath. "He..." she began, her voice barely above a

caught the flicker of concern in his eyes and quickly

encouragement, Sydney would never have consented to treat Jeremiah in the first place. There was no way he would allow her to make house calls alone to a male patient. The drive from Haven to Jeremiah's villa was brief, and by the time Sydney finished her breakfast, the car had come to a

them stepped inside together, the atmosphere warm and inviting. Sydney's eyes roamed over the opulent living room, taking in the

Dr. Wilson. Let me have you take my pulse. The medicine's been working wonders. I feel noticeably better." He appeared every bit the picture of a cooperative and grateful patient. For