She didn\u2019t care. She kept her gaze lowered, quietly sipping her juice, though she could feel a sharp stare boring into her. She didn\u2019t need to look to know it was Julian.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By evening, the private dinner Julian had ordered arrived on time. As everyone sat down, the seat beside Caleb was left empty for Sydney.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bruce grinned. \u201cSyd, sit here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright.\u201d Sydney did not think being divorced meant she had to avoid him. She sat openly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment she did, a sharp pressure landed on the top of her foot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She flinched and tried to pull back, but the weight pressed harder. Glancing down, she immediately recognized whose foot it was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Above the table, laughter and toasts flowed freely. Beneath it, his shoe pressed brazenly against her bare skin. It felt illicit, like an affair carried on in the dark.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s face was cold as stone, his gaze sliding over her before flicking to the small distance between her and Caleb.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked utterly righteous, as if nothing were out of place and pinning her foot beneath his was perfectly natural. He had never been a gentleman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was not merely forbidding Caleb from touching even a finger of hers. It was forbidding him to sit close at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Resigned, Sydney shifted her chair farther away. Only when there was enough space between her and Caleb for another person to sit did Julian finally release her foot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was childish.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mid\u2013conversation, Caleb noticed her retreating inch by inch. He turned his head and asked gently, \u201cStill angry about the other day?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He meant the \u201cfake divorce.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney shook her head calmly. \u201cNo.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The marriage was over. Why would she be angry about his suggestion of a fake divorce?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d Caleb leaned closer, lowering his voice. \u201cI won\u2019t be seeing Penelope anymore. We don\u2019t need to keep up the pretense,\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thinking of her living across from Julian, he gave a soft laugh. \u201cI didn\u2019t expect your brother to move in right across from you. Actually, it kind of works out. Once we finish here, I\u2019ll help you pack and take you home.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking. What\u2019s your relationship with Marcus?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no relationship with him at all!\u201d Her temper snapped, every word sharp and deliberate. \u201cCaleb, stop blaming others to cover your own guilt!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb rarely saw her this agitated. To him, it only proved her guilt and reinforced his suspicions. \u201cFine. If that\u2019s true, then come home with me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He jabbed the elevator button, holding her firmly as he tried to drag her along.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me go!\u201d Sydney struggled, panic rising.<\/p>\n
He did not release her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet go,\u201d a sharp, cold voice commanded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Caleb froze. Julian stood at the doorway, eyes dark and cutting as they locked on the hand gripping Sydney.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, before she could struggle again, Caleb released her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Julian extended his hand toward her. \u201cCome back here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Relief washed over her. Sydney hurried over, her demeanor soft and obedient.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s irritation eased as he watched her play the part so well. He glanced at Caleb and smirked faintly. \u201d Already bullying her at my doorstep?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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