My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 41 Responsibility

Julien did not expect Sydney to say such a thing, and clear dismay flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Sydney's red face and unfocused eyes, he furrowed his brows and yanked the tie out of her hands.

"You're drunk, Sydney."

“No, I'm sober!" Sydney yelled. Then, she grabbed the man's tie again and looked at his face with a silly smile. "Say, you're really handsome. You're exactly my type. Do you want to sleep with me?"

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"I-I’m telling you. I used to be married, but I'm divorced because my ex-husband...” Sydney reached out and wiggled her snow-white fingers. "Couldn't do it."

Julien’s expression darkened, and his voice turned cold. "Couldn’t do what?"

"Geez," Sydney muttered. "I was married to him for six years, but he never even kissed me. Look! I'm such a stunner, yet he never slept with me. Isn’t it obvious he can't do it?"

Julien wanted to laugh in anger.

It was Sydney who suggested both the marriage and the divorce, so he did not expect her to give him that label in her heart!

"Mister, you’re really handsome." Sydney’s body swayed and flopped into the man's embrace. Then, she reached out and tenderly stroked his thin lips." Your lips look beautiful too. It's like they're seducing me..."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the man's lips.

The gentle kiss and the faint fragrance of perfume tantalized Julien's nerves.

He remembered the day he fed Sydney medicine in the car. His hand could not help but wrap around Sydney’s waist, pressing the person into his arms and deepening the kiss.

After the kiss, Julien sobered a little and let her go. His voice was hoarse with restraint. "You're drunk, Sydney."

"I'm not drunk! Why did you stop kissing me?" Sydney poked the man's chest with her hand, her expression resentful. "Say, are you the same as my ex-husband...?"

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"Boring,” Sydney muttered before she staggered and turned to leave. "I’m going to find another man..."

Julien’s face sank at those words. Soon, he caught up to her with his long legs, picked her up bridal style, walked straight into the elevator, and looked down at her coldly.

"Sydney Raines, you'll pay for what you said."

Lyra, whom Julien sent home, was chatting in the WhatsApp group and trying to get closer with Macy and the others.

Seeing that it was getting late, she guessed that Julien should be almost done with work and sent him three messages in a row. However, a few minutes passed without him replying.

She was just about to make a video call when another WhatsApp message popped up.

Lyra knew that Sydney was going to celebrate Luke's birthday at Club Lunaris, and Julien was also at the club. As such, she asked Kate to keep an eye out for her because she was worried.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

[KateMorgan: F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. Sydney is so shameless. Why doesn't she just go to hell?"

Lyra had a bad feeling in her heart and hurriedly asked: [What did you see? Was Julien with her?]

[KateMorgan: Lyra, you have to hold on... I saw Sydney kissing President Flint, and he took her upstairs. I followed them up secretly from the lower floor and saw them enter a room together, but they didn’t come out...]

They entered the room together and did not come out.

Upon reading those words, Lyra bit her lips fiercely and almost pierced through the skin. Her gentle expression became twisted and out of control.

She hated Sydney so much that she wanted to tear her apart.

Eight years ago, it was her who took Sydney's place and met Julien as 'Maple Leaf, but so what? That was still Sydney's fault!

It was Sydney who only took him as a pen pal and was not willing to get to know him.

That was why it was Lyra who first met Julien, and it was Lyra who first fell in love with him. He was her man!

Kate sent her another message: [I think President Flint must have been seduced by that b*tch and is momentarily confused. I'm going to knock on their door to wake him up now.]

Lyra stopped her: [Don't. If you go, Julien will know that you’re following him. I'm worried about Julien, but I don’t want to involve you since you're innocent.]

[KateMorgan: It's clearly Sydney’s fault, but you put up with her time and time again. You're too kind-hearted, Lyra. It's heartbreaking.]

[LyraMadden: It's okay, I believe in Julien. I’ll wait for him to come back and give me an explanation.

Thanks for tonight. You can go back and rest. Also, keep this matter between us. I don’t want anyone else to find out, okay?]

After sending the message, she transferred 30,000 dollars to Kate.

Once Kate received the money, she swiftly replied: [ Don't be so courteous with me. We're basically sisters.

I didn't see anything tonight. I was drunk.]

After getting her assurance, Lyra left the chat and dialed a number with a sullen face.

"Ms. Madden.”

"Did you get the thing from the room?" Lyra asked directly. Her voice was gentle, but her face was horribly twisted.

"Yep. It was quite exciting, but the price..."

"Money isn't a problem. Let me hear an excerpt."

Soon, Lyra received an audio file. When she listened to the end, her distorted face eased a lot, and she walked out of the room while sending a text message.

After that, she stood on the stairway.

The carpeted staircase was pleasing to the eye, but the height made Lyra feel a little afraid.

She had just woken up. Was it worth it to be hospitalized again?

However, when she thought of Kate's text and Julien and Sydney going into a room upstairs in the club, she looked at the stairs, and a flash of determination flickered in her eyes.

She slowly lifted her foot, lost her footing, and rolled down the stairs.

The maid was just about to go upstairs to deliver soup to Mrs. Madden when she reached the second floor and saw Lyra covered in blood. She was so scared that the tray in her hand flew out.

"Young Miss!”

Inside a certain suite upstairs of Club Lunaris, Julien, who had just experienced an affair, looked very comfortable.

He lowered his head and saw Sydney curled up on the bed. A large portion of her fair back was exposed outside the quilt, and the deep hickeys on her skin were clearly visible.

Julien rubbed his brows with his hand, turned around, picked up a cigarette from the bedside table, and lit it.

He had wanted to send Sydney to Luke's room at first, but she enraged him. By the time he returned to his senses, he had already brought her to the room upstairs and done an intimate act with her.

He knew how to control his emotions, but Sydney could easily anger him every time.

It was the same during the day of the divorce, and now...

Julien leaned against the bed smoking a cigarette. Suddenly, a soft and delicate body sat on his lap and plucked the cigarette away from his fingertips.

"You're smoking after the deed?" Sydney asked. Her voice was soft and still sounded a little drunk. It seemed that she had not sobered up yet.

Julien looked at her under the warm yellow light, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

She was not wearing anything.

Sydney had smoked ladies' cigarettes twice before and was familiar with smoking. After taking a puff, she leaned down and lowered her head before kissing the man’s lips.

When it was over, Julien carried Sydney, who was so tired that she fell asleep, to the bathroom to wash up. Just as he dried her off, he saw his phone on the bedside table light up.

He went over to pick up the phone and answered it when he saw that it was from the Madden family.

"What is it?"

"Where are you, President Flint?” the Madden family maid asked in a panic. "T-The Young Miss accidentally fell down the stairs and was sent to the ER. The Madam fainted from crying. Hurry up and come to the hospital!"

Julien's expression hardened, and he said in a low voice, "Don't panic. Stay with Mrs. Madden. I'll be at the hospital in 15 minutes.”

After hanging up the phone, Julien quickly changed into his clothes.

He looked at the sleeping woman on the bed and reached out. However, just as he was about to touch her face, he withdrew and picked up the pen and paper on the bedside table to write a string of numbers instead.

Sydney had deleted all his contact information after the divorce.

However, that was his private number. Only a few friends had it, and Sydney had not added that number before either.

Since he slept with Sydney, he would not shirk away from responsibility.

The moment he entered the elevator and left, the other elevator opened, and a tall figure came out from it.

The man wore a hat and a mask, his face carefully concealed as he glanced at the room numbers one by one.

Soon, the man's eyes fixed on the room that Julien left. The card in his hand swiped at the scanner, and he twisted the door to walk in.