Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 514

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You**
**by Aurelia**
**Novel 514**

**Chapter 514**

The hallway was illuminated with a gentle, inviting glow, casting a warm light that danced across Sydney’s delicate features. Her hair, a cascade of silk-black waves, framed her face perfectly, while her skin glimmered like fine porcelain under the soft illumination. The subtle blush on her cheeks, reminiscent of the first hints of dawn, could effortlessly steal the breath from any man who dared to gaze upon her.

Julian felt his heart race, a flicker of desire igniting in the depths of his dark, expressive eyes. Yet, he was acutely aware that this was her first night in his home, and he had no intention of overwhelming her. Mustering a calm demeanor, he replied in a low voice, “Maybe it’s just a coincidence.”

“Oh.” Sydney nodded, the sound escaping her lips almost as a whisper. She was trying to convince herself that it had to be mere chance. After all, he wasn’t some mystical oracle; how could he possibly have predicted her choice of pajamas?

Downstairs, the house was enveloped in silence, Agatha and the rest of the household staff having long retreated to their dreams. Elliot and the others occupied the basement recreation room, leaving an eerie stillness that wrapped around Sydney like a heavy blanket. Under Julian’s penetrating gaze, she felt a wave of tension wash over her.

Her fingers tightened around the doorknob, a small act of defiance against the anxiety swirling within her. “Then… I’ll go to bed,” she announced, her voice steadier than she felt.

“Mm. Go on,” he replied, his tone measured, revealing nothing more than a calm exterior.

With a sigh of relief, Sydney slipped into her room, the door closing softly behind her, cutting off the world outside.

Julian stood for a moment, staring at the closed door, a softening at the corner of his mouth betraying his thoughts. She hadn’t always been this apprehensive around him.

He recalled a time when stormy nights would send a small girl, clutching her beloved stuffed animal, scurrying into his room without a hint of hesitation.

Perhaps he had tempted fate by reminiscing about those innocent days, for just then, a lightning bolt split the sky, followed by a thunderclap that rattled the windows, reverberating through the house.

Startled awake, Sydney’s heart raced in her chest, the sound of rain lashing against the glass sending shivers down her spine. Autumn storms like this were a rare occurrence, a tempest that seemed to echo the turmoil within her.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room, momentarily flooding it with stark white light, before plunging it back into darkness.

Still trembling, she pressed her palm against her chest, feeling the rapid thump of her heart, and fumbled to switch on the lamp. Gradually, the warm glow filled the room, chasing away the shadows that danced along the walls.

As her breathing steadied, she took in the familiar surroundings—each piece of furniture a relic from her childhood, whispering memories that soothed her frayed nerves.

At twenty-five, she was no longer the little girl she once was, yet the sound of thunder still sent a chill down her spine.

Thoughts swirled in her mind, drifting to the layout of the house and the location of Julian’s room. Which door was his? Could she still seek comfort from him as she had in the past?

No. She had too much pride now; she was a woman, not a child.

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