Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 642

Turning the tables was a professional habit Tiffany had honed over years in court.

Raymond had not learned that today. Even when they were dating, the signs had been there. She liked to hold the reins. Whether they advanced or retreated, the decision had to be hers.

She had pursued him first. And when they broke up, she had ended it with a single sentence and cut off all contact.

Now, when she accused him of eavesdropping, Raymond showed no embarrassment. His voice remained cool. "I'm standing outside my own home. How is that eavesdropping? You just didn't notice me."

For a fleeting second, Tiffany thought she heard something almost like grievance in his last sentence. It had to be her imagination.

A man born with a silver spoon like Raymond made others feel wronged. He was never the one wronged.

She nodded. "Fair enough."

With no intention of continuing the conversation, she turned to go inside. As she reached to close the door, he stepped forward and braced a hand against the panel. His eyes locked on hers without blinking.

She paused. "Anything else?"

"Not from the same world as me, but from the same world as Glen?"

The question came without warning. She understood at once.

She lowered her gaze briefly, let her hand fall from the door, and leaned lightly against the entryway cabinet.

Her red lips curved as she spoke with blunt calm. "Do you want to rekindle things with me?"

"I do."

She asked directly. He answered without hesitation. When she looked up, determination burned clearly in his eyes.

At the hospital, she had heard enough. He was resigning. She knew better than anyone how steadfast he had been about medicine.

Most heirs to wealthy families studied finance or business and waited to inherit the family empire. Raymond had chosen a different path, one he genuinely loved. Now even he could not escape the rules of his world.

He raised an eyebrow. "You heard?"

Perhaps the subject was too sensitive. She caught a faint sting in his tone. She had accused him of eavesdropping, yet she had overheard his private matter.

She did not deny it. "You're smart. You know better than I do. We were never from the same world."

She glanced toward the window, where countless city lights shimmered below.

"No matter how hard I climb for the rest of my life, I won't reach your starting line." Her voice remained calm. "But Raymond, my time and my feelings aren't worth any less than yours."