My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 138 Fell Asleep

Julien was not thirsty, but he somehow nodded anyway. "Pour me a glass."

Sydney nodded and picked up another glass, which she filled with water and handed to him.

"Thank you." Julien took it.

"You're welcome." Sydney waved her hand and continued drinking her own.

However, Julien just held the glass in his hand and stared at her without moving.

After she was done, Sydney put down the cup. Just as she was about to ask Julien to send her back to her room, she heard someone's stomach grumbling.

She looked toward the direction of the sound unconsciously to see it was Julien’s stomach.

Julien did not expect his stomach to make such a sound at a time like that. For the first time, there was a trace of embarrassment on his usual cold and expressionless face.

When Sydney saw it, she wanted to laugh out loud.

After all, it was rare to see Julien like that.

"I..." Julien swallowed hard and tried to speak.

Sydney looked at him. "Is something wrong?"

"Can you... cook something for me?" Julien asked with his face lowered.

Sydney raised her eyebrow. "Are you... asking me to cook for you?"

"Yes." Julien nodded.

He was starving.

Sydney pursed her lips, and she thought about how ironic it was.

In the past six years, she learned to cook in order to capture his heart. However, he never once tasted or even looked at her cooking.

Yet, he was now asking her to cook for him, which was ridiculous in every way.

Seeing that Sydney did not reply, Julie's eyes darkened, and he felt a sense of disappointment well up in his heart. However, he said with a nonchalant tone, "Pretend I didn't say that."

"No. I'll do it." Sydney looked up at him.

Julien was startled for a second before he looked back at her in surprise. "Are you saying yes?"

Sydney nodded. "I want to thank you for showing me the way. Come on. Let's go to the kitchen."

Julien smiled and agreed.

With that, the two came to the kitchen.

Sydney opened the refrigerator and realized that there

were not many ingredients left.

She gave it some thought and turned her head.

Unexpectedly, Julien was standing behind her with his back bent. He was also looking into the refrigerator.

When Sydney turned around, her lips coincidently landed on Julien's lips.

They were both stunned.

A few seconds later, Julien reacted first. He took a step back and straightened himself. Then, he said in a low and hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

He did not expect Sydney to turn around so suddenly.

Sydney blushed, covered her lips, and replied awkwardly, "It's not your fault. I should apologize instead."

She was the one who turned around so abruptly.

Neither of them spoke, and the huge kitchen became especially quiet. The only sounds were both of their shallow breathing.

After a while, Julien broke the silence. "Were you saying something?"

It was obvious that he tried to resolve the awkwardness of the incident, which she appreciated. Hence, she nodded and replied, "There are no more ingredients in the refrigerator. Will you be okay with a bowl of noodles?"

"Sure," Julien agreed.

Sydney took out whatever was left in the refrigerator and walked toward the sink.

Julien followed her every step, guiding her with the light from his phone.

Soon enough, a bowl of noodles was ready.

The two came to the dining area.

Sydney put the noodles on the table. "There you go."

"Thank you." Julien looked at the hot bowl of noodles that smelled amazing and muttered his thanks with a gentle expression.

Sydney yawned so hard that her eyes turned watery. She wiped it off and urged Julien in a sleepy voice," Alright. Eat quickly and take me back to the third floor please."

"Sure." Julien looked at her somewhat inpatient expression and found her rather adorable.

Then, Julien pulled out the chair, sat on it, and began slurping on his noodles.

Sydney sat next to him, holding her face with her hand while she waited for him to finish eating.

However, as time passed, her yawns became more frequent, her eyelids felt heavier, and her head began to nod. She looked like she was already falling asleep.

When Julien saw her, the corners of his lips curved into a smile, which he did not even notice himself. He tried to eat faster.

However, before he could finish his meal, Sydney's head had already fallen on the table, and she was sound asleep.

Julien was taken aback at first, but then he started laughing. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Very quickly, he adjusted his expression and put down his utensils. After that, he walked behind Sydney and nudged her gently. "Sydney, wake up. We’re going upstairs."

Sydney was already in dreamland then, dreaming about a monster chasing her. "Don't touch me! Let me go!"

Julien thought she was awake, so he lifted his hand off her.

However, seeing that Sydney did not say anything or move after a while, he realized that she was actually asleep and was probably just talking in her sleep.

He rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and gave up on the idea of waking her up. He directly picked her up and walked upstairs.

On the third floor, Julien glanced at an open door and figured that the room belonged to Sydney.

Borrowing the light from his phone, he went in with Sydney in his arms and walked right to the bed. As he bent down to put her down, Sydney unexpectedly held on to his neck, refusing to let go.

With Sydney's arms around him, he stared right at the woman on the bed as he hunched over. He said in a low voice, "Sydney, let go."

"Don't go," Sydney said suddenly, and her expression looked afraid as though she was having a nightmare.

It was the first time Julien saw such a vulnerable Sydney. His heart tightened, and he replied softly," Okay, I won't go."

Perhaps Sydney had heard that in her sleep because her furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed, and the fear on her face dissipated. She also began to smile.

Julien stared at her lips, and the memory of an unexpected kiss in the kitchen just now popped up in his mind.

Although it was just a peck, the softness of her lips was deeply engraved in his memory.

He could not help but lower his head and lock his lips on Sydney's.

It felt as good as he remembered it — soft and sweet.

Yes. Julien kissed her.

He had one knee on the bed, and his other hand reached toward Sydney's chin.

Sydney moaned softly, her voice a little seductive. Julien's eyes darkened further.

However, at that moment, when Julien was about to

deepen the kiss, Sydney suddenly called out, "Luke..."

Julien felt as though he had been abruptly woken up with a bucket of cold water poured over his head. His expression twisted.

He pulled Sydney's arms off his neck, straightened himself, and stood by the bed, staring gloomily at the woman on the bed.

She actually called out another man's name.

At that thought, Julien turned and left with a sullen face.

Then, Sydney turned over, hugged her blanket tighter against herself, and spoke again, "Luke, don't take Ditto..."

That night, Julien stayed up almost the entire time. He could not understand himself. Why did he do such a thing to Sydney, and why would his mood be affected by her? It was entirely unlike him.

When Julien woke up the next day, his face was painted with fatigue, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

When Lyra saw him, she asked with concern, "Julien, did you not sleep well last night?"

Just as Julien was about to answer, Hunter came over with a bottle of beer. "Julien, your dark circles are all out. Are you having some trouble with your stamina? Get the chef to make you something later."

Lyra understood what Hunter meant and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Julien frowned. With a cold expression, he threw one phrase at Hunter. "Get out!"