Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 161 I'm Sending You Back

"Really?" the Old Madam asked with a vague smile.

Julien's voice was cold and hard. "Of course! I said before that I'll never regret it. Not now, not ever."

"Is that so? Alright, then." The Old Madam nodded and stopped talking.

'Not now, not ever? Really?'

The Old Madam laughed.

I hope you don't eat your words in the future.'

"By the way, I hope you won't tell anyone about our conversation today, especially Lyra and the Madden family. Do you understand?" The Old Madam gave Julien a warning look, implying that she would never let him off if he told them.

Julien raised his chin. "I know, I won't say anything. I promised Sydney that I won't help the Madden family, so I naturally won’t tell them about this."

"Good, then you can also..." Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly saw the hawthorn on the bed and slapped the quilt. "Syd forgot about the hawthorn."

Julien's eyes flashed shrewdly.

He knew from the beginning that Sydney had forgotten to take away the hawthorn, but he did not remind her.

Hawthorns cause uterine contractions, so she could not eat them.

"Hurry up and send it to Syd. She should've just left the hospital." The Old Madam shoved the basket of hawthorn into Julien's arms and urged him to hurry up and send it to Sydney.

Julien agreed, but as soon as he left the hospital room, he gave the hawthorn to the medical staff passing by.

At that moment, Sydney was still waiting for a cab outside the hospital.

There was suddenly a strong fragrance of roasted meat coming from the restaurant across the road.

Anyone would smell it and find it delicious.

However, when Sydney smelled it, her face turned pale and a burst of nausea welled up.

She hastily covered her mouth and went to the side of the flower bed, bending down to vomit.

However, nothing came out and she only puked a few mouthfuls of stomach acid.

She knew that this was a reaction to her pregnancy. When she smelled something too greasy or too strong, she would feel the urge to vomit.

"Urk!" After getting better for just a short while, that feeling came again.

Sydney bent down again and vomited. Her face was pale and sweat seeped out of the corners of her

forehead. It was clear how uncomfortable she was.

Julien came out and saw this scene. With a tight face, he went to the nearby supermarket, bought a bottle of heated water, and walked back to her. "Are you okay?"

He quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and handed her the water.

Sydney did not want to accept it at first, but she took the water when she felt the sour taste in her mouth.

She rinsed her mouth twice until the sour taste was gone and began to drink the water.

After a few sips, she finally felt much better. The churning in her stomach gradually subsided and she let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine. Thank you for the water, President Flint. How much was it? I'll transfer the money to you." Sydney took out her phone.

Julien's face darkened. "It's just a bottle of water. It's not necessary."

"Of course, it's necessary. I can't accept the kindness of others for free." When Sydney saw that he did not take out his phone, she opened her purse and took out cash directly.

"This is the money for the water as well as the fare for driving me here." Sydney stuffed the largest denomination into his hand.

The air around Julien was cold. "Sydney, are you so eager to draw a line between us?"

Sydney looked at him oddly. "Isn’t that a good thing? To put it nicely, we're ex-husband and wife, but to put it bluntly, we're two people who have nothing to do with each other. Since we have nothing to do with each other, why not draw a clear line between us? Isn't it good that no one owes the other person anything?"

"..." Julien clenched his fists and was suddenly speechless.

Yes, they were just two strangers who had nothing to do with each other.

She did the right thing. He just felt upset about it.

"Well, President Flint. I'll be going now." Sydney did not care what he was thinking about. She screwed on the lid of the bottle and walked past him, wanting to go back to her spot earlier to hail a cab.

However, after just taking two steps, a burst of dizziness struck her, and her body swayed.

Julien stepped forward and grabbed her before she fell. "What's wrong?"

He twisted his brows, the concern unconcealed in his eyes.

Sydney saw this and was stunned. She thought that she was mistaken.

However, she blinked twice and was surprised to find the tension still there.

He was worried about her?

Did he go crazy? Or was there something wrong with the world?

"I'm fine." Sydney shook her head and pulled away from his arms.

Julien looked at her pale face. "You almost fainted. You call that fine?"

"I'm really fine. I just have low blood sugar," Sydney said lightly.

The last time when she found out that she was pregnant, the doctor said that she had hypoglycemia so she was prone to dizziness.

This was common to the majority of pregnant women. It was nothing unusual.

"Really?" Julien was still a little worried.

Sydney hummed. "Yes."

"What should you pay attention to for low blood sugar? " Julien asked again.

Sydney sneered. "President Flint, I'm not Ms. Madden. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be so concerned about me, right?"

Julien's thin lips pursed. "I just don't want Grandma to be upset. She'll be worried if anything happens to you."

At those words, Sydney put away the expression on her face and sighed. "Fine. There's nothing in

particular I have to pay attention to. I just need to replenish my blood sugar levels."

"How?" Julien looked at her.

Sydney tilted her head, her small face looking uncertain. "By eating sugar?"

Julien's thin lips were slightly curled. "I thought you knew."

"I'm not a doctor. How could I possibly know? Forget it, what's the point of talking to you about this? I'm leaving." Sydney waved and was about to walk away.

However, before she could take a step, she was suddenly picked up by Julien.

Sydney was stunned. When she reacted, her face turned red and she struggled with all her might." Julien Flint, what are you doing? Put me down!"

Julien hugged her tightly and walked toward the car." I'm sending you back."

"I don't want you to send me back! I'll take a cab myself. Let me go!" Sydney's legs thrashed around in the air, and her arms pushed hard against the man's chest.

Julien almost could not hold onto her and frowned. " You'll fall if you keep moving around. I'm sure you don't want that either. You know the consequences of what will happen if you fall, right?"

He looked down at her.

Sydney subconsciously quieted down at his abyss-like eyes and opened her mouth in astonishment. "What do you mean? Do you know about..."

"You might hurt your head if you fall. Tomorrow is the date of the final decision for the cooperative slot. Do you want to miss it because of an injury?" Julien interrupted her words.

Sydney's lips pulled.

Oh, so he meant that she would get injured. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She thought that he knew about her pregnancy and was shocked. After all, not even Luke knew about it. It would be too suspicious if Julien knew.

"Then let me down and I won't fall," Sydney said with a cold face.

Julien did not respond.

He knew that she would not get in the car obediently, so he had to use this method.

How could he put her down? If he did, she would try to leave again.

Soon, Julien carried Sydney to the car.

He put her down and took out the car keys to unlock the car.

Sydney took that chance to walk away.

Julien's eyes narrowed as he grabbed her arm and yanked her back.

"Ah!" Sydney let out a cry as her back was pressed against the car door.

Julien propped his hands on either side of her neck, his eyes darkening as he looked at her. "Do you have to do this?"

Sydney laughed in anger and stared at him with wide eyes. "Julien Flint, what the hell do you want?"

"I'm sending you back!" Julien said slowly.

Sydney only felt herself get angry. "I told you, I'll hail a cab myself. I don't need you to send me back. Do you understand English or not?"

Julien frowned. "I'm just sending you back according to Grandma's instructions. Get in the car."

He put down his hands, pressed the car key, and unlocked the door.