Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 647

Julian searched Sydney's eyes and found he could not refuse her. After a brief pause, he reached out and pinched her cheek lightly.

In the end, he relented. "Fine. We'll go to the study first."

"Okay!"

Sydney had expected as much. Lately, he had granted nearly every request. He worried that even the slightest distress might affect the baby.

She slipped her arms through his and walked with him toward the elevator.

"Actually, after resting these past few days, the baby's condition is stable," she said casually. "If I ask for something you don't like, you can say no. I'm not that unreasonable."

He glanced at her. "You think I'm indulging you because of the baby?"

"Huh?" She blinked. "Then why?"

He flicked her lightly on the forehead and put on a faintly displeased look. "Figure it out yourself."

"Oh." She responded, then realization dawned. It was because of her.

What he truly feared was not only losing the baby, but also the harm a miscarriage could cause her.

Warmth spread through her chest. "Then you—"

"I'm looking forward to our baby too," he said gently, cutting her off as if he had read her mind. "But nothing matters more than your health."

She smiled without reserve. "How did you know that's what I was going to ask?"

He lifted a brow with easy confidence. "Because no one knows you better than I do."

Perhaps he was right. During the years when her personality had taken shape, he had been the person closest to her.

Of course he knew her. In the past, misunderstandings had clouded everything. Neither of them had felt secure. They had tested each other with care, step by cautious step.

A trace of confusion crossed her face.

Behind her, Julian's steady voice broke the silence. "That was the day you registered for middle school."

He had liked her long before she had liked him.

She stilled. Emotion swelled in her chest and rose to her eyes. She forced them wide, determined to hold back the tears. "I want to play in the snow."

He heard the tremor in her voice but chose not to acknowledge it. "You're not going to look at the rest?"

"Next time." She sniffed softly and looked up at him. "Can I come in here anytime?"

He stroked the back of her head. "This is your home."

Home was the one place where she could come and go as she pleased.