Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Raymond finds himself in an uncomfortable situation when Glen Linus, the man responsible for his breakup with Tiffany, unexpectedly reappears in his life. The tension is palpable as Raymond's initial warmth dissipates, replaced by a cold silence. Tiffany attempts to lighten the mood with playful banter, but Raymond's sharp responses reveal his unresolved anger and betrayal.

Glen's demeanor remains calm and almost mocking, which only intensifies Raymond's disdain for him. As the sleek Bentley moves through the evening traffic, the atmosphere inside the car shifts. Sydney, who is seated beside Julian, feels the weight of the emotional turmoil surrounding her. Despite the tension, she remains composed, reflecting on the complexities of familial relationships and the longing for choice in one's family.

Julian, concerned about the previous night's events involving Eloise's fainting spell, tries to engage Sydney in conversation, but she remains tight-lipped, choosing not to ask questions that might force her to confront uncomfortable truths. Julian's patience with Sydney is notable, as he slowly unfastens his cufflinks and draws her closer. The shift in their dynamic is sudden and intimate, catching Sydney off guard. As she finds herself on his lap, she instinctively tenses but then relaxes, realizing that resistance is futile.

Their conversation deepens as Julian presses her about the significant issues that arose the night before, challenging her to consider why she hasn't sought clarity or given him a chance to explain his actions. The chapter encapsulates a blend of unresolved past emotions and the complexities of human relationships. Raymond's bitter confrontation with Glen serves as a stark reminder of the pain from his past, while Sydney and Julian's interaction hints at a deeper connection that is still evolving.

The characters grapple with their histories, desires, and the choices that define them, setting the stage for further emotional exploration. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 493** Just ten minutes later, as Raymond caught sight of the person who had effortlessly taken the passenger seat beside him, a shadow fell across his features. The warmth of civility evaporated in an instant, leaving behind a cold, brooding silence. Tiffany, however, radiated cheerfulness. Her lips, painted a vivid red, curved into a playful smirk as she gestured towards the back seat.

Back in university." Glen Linus raised an eyebrow, his demeanor calm, before he turned to Raymond and offered a courteous nod. "Mr. Hutton, it's been quite a while. I'm-" "Long time no see. Sure," Raymond interrupted, his voice sharp and devoid

his eyes, Raymond would still recognize him without hesitation. After all, it was Glen who had convinced him to end things with Tiffany, a decision that had haunted him ever since. The man who had so callously dismantled their relationship had vanished overseas, and now, years later, he dared to return as if nothing had transpired. Glen appeared unfazed, even managing to offer a

with numerous classmates through her professional endeavors. Over time, she had observed how people evolved-how life smoothed their rough edges, making them more cautious, shrewd, and sometimes, calculating. But Raymond was an anomaly. He remained unchanged, a steadfast force of nature, still living life on his own terms. Glen chuckled softly, a hint of condescension lacing his tone. "Family background truly shapes a person.

"Don't waste your breath dreaming," Raymond shot back, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed defiantly, his voice dripping with disdain. "Not everyone is as fortunate in choosing their parents as I am." The sleek black Bentley glided effortlessly through the evening traffic, the world outside a blur

whirlwind of emotions swirling around her. She felt no anger; after all, the desire to choose one's own family was a fundamental human longing. Beside her, Julian sat, his dark, inky eyes fixed intently on her, as if searching for answers hidden deep within

shares remained secure, not falling into the

demeanor, "There's nothing I want to ask." Once answers had to be forced from someone, their significance diminished. Julian's gaze deepened, probing her. "Really? There's nothing at all?" "Nothing," she reiterated firmly. With anyone else, he wouldn't have exercised this level of patience. But

commanding. The sudden shift in weight caught her off guard, causing her to gasp. In the blink of an eye, she found herself seated on his lap, nestled closely against him. Sydney's body tensed instinctively, but as she realized that resistance would be futile, she forced herself to relax, pressing her lips