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My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 457

Sydney darted a cold glance at him and said, "Forget it. You'll have your dinner later. This is not for you."

Pursing his lips, Luke said," Fine. I'll let him have this for the sake of the fact that he saved you."

"That’s more like it." Sydney said with a smile, "Wait here. I’ll cook food for you. It'll be ready soon."

"Okay." Luke nodded and walked towards the sofa.

Sydney put on her apron again and went back to the kitchen.

Soon, the food was ready, and the two seated themselves at the table.

Luke picked up his fork and suddenly asked, "By the way, darling, I just saw your suitcase next to the tea table. Are you going on a long journey?"

"Not really. I'll go back to my grandpa's old residence," replied Sydney as she swallowed the food in her mouth.

Luke looked at her quizzically and asked," For what?"

"Help my grandpa find a notebook."

"Well, let me keep you company," suggested Luke while eating.

Squinting at him, Sydney asked, "Why?"

"Be your driver. Your back muscles are not recovered. If you drive by yourself, your muscles will be sore. I won't be relieved unless you have me around," Luke said with a smile.

Sydney reached to feel her back.

It felt tender.

She knew, with her current condition, she couldn't take the long-time driving, for sedentary activities brought pain in her back.

And her driver asked for leave today because tomorrow was the birthday of his daughter.

On reflection, Sydney thought she'd better get a driver.

"Okay. We'll hit the road at nine tomorrow morning," said Sydney, serving a bowl of soup to herself.

Luke nodded vigorously. "OK, deal. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." "Okay," replied Sydney.

They went out after finishing the meal.

Outside the Shallow Bay, Sydney rejected Luke's proposal to drive her to the hospital.

She believed she'd be fine driving from Shallow Bay to the Prima Hospital, which took at most 40 minutes.

Luke agreed to her resignedly.

He called her when Sydney opened the door and was ready to get in the car," Darling."

"What's the matter?" asked Sydney in confusion.

Luke said, straight-faced, "Don't let yourself be taken advantage of by Julien when taking care of him."

Sydney's lips twitched as she responded," What? How can I be taken advantage of by him?"

"Darling, what I said is true. Do take it seriously. Julien hasn't given up on you and just saved you. It's hard to say if he'd ask you for something too much. Besides, you won't have the heart to say no to him as you owe him a huge favor now."

Sydney frowned at Luke’s words.

But soon, her knitted brows became smooth again. She smiled faintly and said," He won't. I know him."

It was not the first time she owed Julien, who had helped her with billions of bank loans and business cooperation.

Julien could use these to get her pinned.

However, Julien had never done so, so Sydney believed that he was not that kind of person.

Luke sighed, "Forget it. You won't listen to whatever I say now. In short, be careful. Call me if anything happens, and I'll rush there immediately."

"OK." Sydney nodded in agreement.

Then she waved to him, got in the car, and left.

Forty minutes later, Sydney came to the door of Julien's ward.

She then handed it to him and reminded him, "Be careful. It's a little hot."

Julien propped himself up with one hand, sat up, and then took the bowl. "Thank you."

Only then did he realize that he was unable to feed himself with only one hand as the wound on his other hand hindered his mobility.

After all, there was no way to get a spoon when he was carrying a bowl.

Their eyes met, and the moment turned awkward.

After a few seconds, Sydney coughed to break the silence and stammered, "Then, I...

"I'll come down and eat." Julien cut her off and put the bowl at the bedside table.

But before he did so, Sydney stopped him.

"No, you're having trouble moving freely. Let me feed you," said Sydney.

Julien froze for a moment, and then his dark eyes fell on her as he said in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you're talking about? Do you want to feed me?" "Yes." Sydney nodded. "Is there anything wrong?"

From the confusion in her eyes, Julien knew that she hadn't realized the problem. "Sydney, feeding someone is an act of intimacy, so are you sure you want to feed me?"

Sydney was bemused.

She hadn’t thought of that.

But the word once spoken could never be recalled.

If she took her words back, it'd only make things between them awkward as if there was something fishy between them.

Sydney took a breath and her eyes fell on Julien's hanging left arm. "You are the wounded, and I am the one who takes care of you, so it makes perfect sense that I feed you. It's not some intimate act. Well, President Flint, open your mouth."

Sydney picked up the bowl that Julien had just put on the bedside table, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and lifted it to his mouth.

Julien's eyes shifted between her and the delicious lean meat porridge on his lips before he opened his mouth.

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