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.

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 of warmth. He rolled down the window, letting the

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

observed how people evolved-how life smoothed their rough edges, making them more cautious, shrewd, and sometimes, calculating. But Raymond was an anomaly. He

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 of color and motion. Streetlights flickered through the branches overhead, casting intricate patterns of shadow and light across the car's interior, transforming

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 her. After a prolonged silence, he finally broke it, his voice low and steady. "You don't have any questions for me after what happened last night?" The previous night had been fraught with tension,

such occurrences weren't entirely unusual, but it was a thin line between life and death. He had rushed to the hospital, his mind racing with thoughts of ensuring her shares remained secure, not falling into the wrong hands. Five percent of the company might seem insignificant, but if mishandled, those shares could destabilize the entire organization. In the wrong hands, they could unleash chaos far beyond what anyone

lap, and responded with a calm 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 this woman-this girl he

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