My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 810

Julien looked at Sydney steadily for a moment without answering the question.

Suddenly, he turned around with his back to Sydney, his voice somewhat muffled. "You said so much just to hint that I'm old."

A man in his thirties was less physically fit than in his twenties.

And the older one was, the worse his health was.

So she meant that he was old.

Sydney's mouth twitched. She was speechless.

She didn't mean that he was old, but he seemed to have decided that she meant that.

Fine, she offended him.

Sydney rubbed her temples, annoyed and amused. "No. Believe me."

Julien ignored her and just had the back of his head to her.

Seeing this, Sydney reached out and gently pushed his shoulder. "Believe me. It's not true."

Julien still didn't move.

With a sigh, Sydney moved over, gently hugged his shoulders, and kissed him on the cheek. "Do you believe me now? If I felt you were old, I wouldn't want you. How would I still be with you? I am really worried about your health. You have not rested for so long. How can you stand it? Besides, only when you are well rested will you have more energy, right?"

Julien's back straightened slightly. He turned his face faintly sideways to look at Sydney.

Finally, he responded.

Sydney breathed a sigh of relief.

Julien looked at her. "If you kiss me again, I'll believe you."

Sydney raised an eyebrow and then laughed, "You're pushing your luck."

Despite what she said, Sydney looked down and kissed Julien's face again.

Julien finally turned around and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in his arms. "That's more like it."

Sydney shook her head with a wry smile. "Can we sleep now?"

"Yes." Julien nodded slightly.

She was right. Only when he was well rested would he have more energy.

Then he would sleep well, and tomorrow, he would let her know if he was old or not.

He would let her know that a man in his thirties was stronger than a man in his twenties!

Julien's eyes flickered as he closed his eyes with Sydney in his arms.

Sydney was not sure what was on his mind. She was slightly relieved to see the man obediently close his eyes. She relaxed and also closed her eyes.

Finally, the farce ended, and they could sleep.

If Julien were more difficult, she would have to try harder to coax him.

Then they might have to waste a lot of time before going to sleep.

Now it was good. The apartment became quiet.

Sydney's mouth was slightly curved. She gently squirmed in Julien's arms, looking for a comfortable position before falling asleep.

The next day, when she woke up, the other side of the bed was empty again, and she was alone in the bed again.

When she touched the place where Julien had been lying, it was still warm, so she thought he must have just woken up.

But on the contrary, Brandon quickly regained composure and was no longer nervous about the fact that Sydney knew the truth, which meant Brandon had erased the evidence to the point that he was confident that the police couldn't find anything.

So Sydney naturally held back from directly telling the police that these people had poisoned Harry. After all, it was useless to do so.

Without evidence, Madeline's charges would not increase, and Brandon would be safe. At worst, he would be taken away for a short time by the police for questioning. That was pointless.

Sydney could only wait until she found some strong evidence and then sued them.

As she was thinking, Sydney's phone, which she had just put down, suddenly rang again.

Sydney stopped pondering and took the phone. It was Hunter calling.

It had been a while since she had last met Hunter.

It seemed that after she got back together with Julien, Sydney and Hunter had not contacted each other.

She didn't know why he was calling at this time.

Sydney pulled up her chair and sat down, answering the phone, "Hello?"

"Sydney, I have a piece of news for you." On the other end of the phone, Hunter was sitting in his car, crossing his legs, holding his phone in one hand and a document in the other, and tapping his knee with the document leisurely.

Sydney became interested. She smiled and asked, "Oh? What's the good news?"

"Some time ago, you asked me to collect some genes of highly intelligent people. I sent my people to several foreign gene banks. Now I have sorted out what you want. Do you think it is good news?" Hunter said with a smile as he looked at the document on his lap.

Sydney sat upright with surprise all over her face. "Yes, of course."

She wanted Madeline to leave a descendant to the Raines family to inherit Skylight Corporation in the future.

Madeline was stupid and vicious, so Sydney did not want Madeline's child to inherit Madeline's bad character and stupid brain. Sydney could only put her hope in the genes of the child's father. Since the child would inherit its father's genes, the father naturally had to be excellent. His appearance, personality, and IQ must be the top.