Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 515

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 515**

**Chapter 515**

Julian’s kiss was fierce and insistent, as though he intended to consume every part of Sydney. It was a kiss that spoke of need, of urgency, igniting a fire within her that she could no longer ignore.

In that moment, the meaning of “sleep” crystallized for Sydney. It was not merely the absence of consciousness; it was a deeper, more intoxicating kind of surrender. She could sense his longing, palpable and raw, as intense as the warmth of his breath against her skin.

Before she could collect her thoughts, she found herself yielding to the kiss, her mind spiraling into a haze, her body quaking with an unfamiliar thrill. “Julian…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with yearning.

“Mm. I’m right here,” he murmured, his lips trailing down the soft curve of her collarbone, each brush igniting sparks along her skin. He continued his descent, moving lower, lower, until a shudder coursed through her, and tears brimmed in her eyes. Only then did he pause, allowing her a fleeting moment of respite.

Yet, he wasted no time in letting her recover. With a gentle but firm grip, he took her hand and guided it toward the warmth radiating from his own body.

Sydney understood the unspoken truth between them. She was carrying his child, and a flicker of concern danced in his eyes—fear of causing her harm. He was holding back, prioritizing her well-being over his own desires, a testament to his love.

In a daze of longing, Sydney thought, *Next time, I’ll assure him it’s alright. The doctor said my condition permits it.*

The reality of their situation settled in. They were the only two occupants of the second floor, and as dawn broke, Sydney quietly slipped back to her own room, ensuring that no one would ever discover the secret of their night spent entwined in each other’s arms.

When she finally made her way downstairs, she found Julian already dressed in a tailored black suit, sitting at the breakfast table with an air of casual nonchalance, as if the previous night had been nothing but a dream.

“You’re awake?” he asked, his tone light and teasing, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. “We were just waiting for you.”

Sydney nearly rolled her eyes at his playful demeanor. *As if you didn’t spend the night in my bed,* she thought, a smile tugging at her lips.

But with Agatha in the room, she opted for sweetness instead. “Yes, I’m up,” she replied, her voice cheerful.

Turning to Agatha, she added, “You shouldn’t have waited for me. Please, feel free to start eating next time.”

“That rascal’s just teasing you,” Agatha said fondly, casting a disapproving glance at her grandson. “He only just settled down himself. His chair’s not even warmed up yet.”

Meanwhile, at Seraph Villa…

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