"Yes." Sydney nodded. Having slept for too long during the day, she was now really dizzy without strength. As she took steps, she could not keep her balance as if the ground were soft.
Seeing that, Julien frowned, scurried over, and held her shoulder, letting her lean against his chest. Then he looked down at her and asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with you?"
"No." Sydney looked up at him and answered with a smile, "I slept too long. Light-headed. I'll be fine in a while."
Although Sydney had given her explanation, Julien was still a little worried. He felt her forehead, and it was not hot. Then he believed her.
"During the day, I asked you to get up and take a walk, not to lie down, but you lay down stubbornly." Julien knocked on her forehead gently.
Covering her forehead, Sydney said with a smile, "Okay, fine, it's my fault. I was really satisfied with the seafood during the day. That's why I became lazy, not wishing to move. I won't be like that anymore in the future."
"I'll keep an eye on you in the future. Well, go sit on the sofa to rest for a while. After that, let's have dinner," Julien snorted.
"Okay," Sydney nodded and said.
Julien walked her over, helped her sit down, and poured her a glass of water.
Sydney took a sip of warm water, which ran down her throat all the way to her stomach. Instantly, her stomach became warm, and the warmth began spreading to every part of her body. Only then did she feel much more comfortable.
"By the way, what were you doing when you squatted there just now?" Sydney pointed at the washing machine.
Julien had some embarrassment in his eyes, but he answered calmly, "Washing clothes."
"If you were washing clothes, you should just let the machine do it. Why did you have to squat there?"
Sydney was a little confused.
Julien knew he had to give a good explanation, or she would ask again soon. After a light cough, he answered directly, "It is said that a washing machine spins while washing the clothes. I waited a long time, but I didn't see it spin. Is it broken?"
Twitching her mouth, Sydney asked, "Are you sure it's broken? Or you don't know how to use it?"
Julien fell silent.
Sydney was also silent.
After a long while, she covered her mouth and laughed, "It seems you don't know how to use it."
As a trace of embarrassment flashed through his eyes, Julien admitted it unwillingly, "No, I don't… I've never used such a machine."
"Understandable." Sydney patted his shoulder, not laughing at him anymore.
Anyway, his servants would deal with his clothes. As for some of the most expensive ones, the designers would come to his door to maintain them, or he would dump them. He didn't have to use a washing machine at all.
So it was normal he didn't know how to use them.
"Sorry, I think I'm so useless sometimes." Julien massaged the spot between his eyebrows.
He didn't even know some of the basic knowledge of living. Then he was useless, right?
Sydney stood up with a smile and said, "You are not useless. Instead, you're the most useful one. If you're useless, how can you get your money? The richer you are, the better chance you have to get people to do such things for you. You don't have to do them yourself at all. This is the life everyone craves! But you think you're useless? Besides, apart from making money, now you can cook and pick crabs for me! Which man has so many skills as you have? Can any man manage his business and also do housework? You're great!"
Sydney's praise made Julien's eyes shine and the tips of his ears turn slightly red.
He cleared his throat. As if he was a little embarrassed, he said in a low voice, "Okay, stop it. You must be hungry, right? I'll go to the kitchen and get something for you."
After that, he got up, bypassed the sofa, and walked fast toward the kitchen.
Sydney looked at his back and arched her eyebrows, thinking, "It's rare to see he is embarrassed! Before I could look at it for too long, he simply slipped away."
Thinking it funny, she shook her head before walking toward the washing machine.
Then she had forgotten him, even including his voice.
No, she had not forgotten it. The thing was that this guy was an adolescent, whose voice kept changing. When he left, his voice had been rough, just like a drake's.
Now his voice had probably stabilized. It was no longer as hoarse as a drake's, but sounded clear and pleasant.
That was why she could not recognize his voice in the very beginning.
Sydney put her phone back to her ear and said, "Don't call me like that! Who's your sister-in-law?"
At the other end of the line, Jayden was having a rest in the changing room after the semi-final. Wearing a loose basketball suit, he was sitting quite relaxed on a long bench. With a towel around his neck, he was wiping away the sweat on his face, his phone in his other hand. His face, which had been young and handsome, was no longer young, but was much more determined now. Of course, the chubby face was almost gone. It already had some sharp edges of a real man.
And the muscles in his arms and legs were much more obvious than before.
In a word, Jayden was much more mature than he had been.
He grinned at the phone and said with overflowing excitement, "Who calls you wrong? I'm not calling you wrong. You are my sister-in-law. I've learned that you and my brother are together again."
Hearing the pride in his tone, Sydney couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Hah, when your brother and I were a couple in the past, I never heard you call me sister-in-law. Now we're together again after our divorce, you've become proactive. Jayden, do you have to be so cheeky?"
Of course, Jayden knew Sydney was ridiculing him, but he was not angry.
If this had happened a few months ago, he must have gone furious because his pride would not allow him to tolerate it.
After all, others had been praising him while he grew. He had never been taunted by anyone.
Now, having been tormented by the cruel society, he was much more mature, at least in self-pride and skin thickness.
So, facing Sydney's ridicule, he still grinned, "Sister-in-law, you still remember the past! I was fooled in the past! You know it!"
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