My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit
Chapter 652 He Has Feelings

Looking at his left arm, she patted it gently.

Julien flexed his arm a bit and genially said, "I heard it, but I'm not sure if I can remember, so could you please supervise me then, Sydney?"

"Supervise?"

"Yes." Julien raised his chin. "You'll supervise me not to carry heavy objects or do strenuous exercise. Then my arm can fully recover as soon as possible." Sydney moved her red lips slightly, ready to say something.

Next to her, Finn pushed up his glasses and said light-heartedly, "It's not

supervision. He means you should spare

more time to stay with him in the following days."

Julien's face turned frighteningly cold as if its temperature had disappeared. Then he looked at him gloomily, "Zip your lip, and you won't be a mute."

Finn shrugged without fear, "I just don't want her to be hoodwinked by you as if she is an idiot."

Julien was so angry that he wished to punch him, thinking,

"Is this hoodwinking?

"This is just the joy between boyfriend and girlfriend.

"You know nothing, bachelor!"

Seeing the two men at loggerheads, Sydney placed her hand on her forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "All right,

stop it."

She massaged her temples and said to Finn, "Dr. James, thank you for your good heart, but I know what he means."

She was not an idiot. Surely, she knew Julien's real intention-he simply wanted her to spend more time with him.

He did not say it but used the word " supervise" as cover, but she didn't feel like she had been fooled.

Anyway, this was quite normal between people in love.

Sometimes it was better to beat around the bush than say things directly-the former was more exciting.

This was fun.

Finn had not yet loved anyone, so he didn't know the tricks of it.

But the thought that he didn't want her to be fooled was good, which moved her.

"You know?" Finn was then surprised.

"Of course," Sydney answered.

Julien held her shoulder and shot a disdainful look at Finn. "How do you feel about licking the wrong boots?"

Finn's mouth twitched, and no word came out of it.

Sydney nudged the man around her gently, signaling him to shut his mouth. Then she said to Finn with an apologetic smile," Sorry, Dr. James, he..."

"All right." Finn waved his hand. "I don't understand you people in love. Can't you speak everything directly? Why use so many indirect ways? It makes things complicated. Fortunately, I'm not in love. Otherwise, I would be so annoyed."

When he was young, he had been diagnosed with an antisocial personality and affective deficit disorder, so his parents and others around him had since hated him, and he had always been called an unfeeling devil.

He just didn't know why he didn't have feelings. When he grew up, he found that something invisible drew the people around him close to each other, making their relationships better, but that he didn't feel anything. Only then did he realize that he really didn't have feelings and that he could not sense them.

Therefore, since that moment, he had grown a strong interest in feelings, hoping to find out what they really were and why they could shorten the distance between people.

Because of this, after graduation, he had studied feelings for a period of time. After studying them, he had found out that there were many kinds of feelings, not just one kind.

The further he studied them, the more confused he became, feeling that these feelings were getting more complicated. They were so complicated that he really couldn't understand, and he gave up the study. He knew that no matter how much he studied them, he wouldn't get any results, simply because he was unfeeling. It meant that he was fated not to find out anything useful.

So, moments ago, he did not know that what Julien said to Sydney was not a lie, but one of the strange ways for people in love to get along.

"Dr. James, who says you don't have feelings? You have feelings!" Sydney looked at Finn and said.

Finn's pupils quivered. "What did you say? You think I have feelings?"

"Yes!" Sydney nodded. "Your defending of me is a kind of feeling. If you don't have it, why do you have to think of me as someone so important?"

She also had heard of a few rumors about him.

After all, the nickname Devil James was quite famous.

Those in the social circle all said that the medical James family had given birth to a freak with affective deficit disorder.

In the very beginning, she also had believed that he didn't have feelings. After all, she could never feel his respect for law and awe for human lives.

But remembering his care for Lyra back then and for her now, she finally realized that maybe he was not one without feelings, but that he had some special feelings for a few people.

But she was quite certain that his feelings for her were neither love nor friendship, but more of faith for the silver lining.

Thinking of his childhood experiences, Sydney generally knew the reason why he had faith in her: She had saved him, and then he had learned that there were still people in this world who didn't hate devils. "Are you serious? I... do have feelings?" Finn pointed at himself. Some confusion unexpectedly appeared in his eyes, where the shrewdness he always practiced and the calculation he was skilled at were hidden.

Sydney answered, "Of course, I'm serious. Your feelings are just vaguer than others', but it doesn't mean you have no feeling, so you're not a freak as others claim."

Hearing this, Finn suddenly felt his heart pounding and then fixed his eyes on Sydney.

Unhappy, Julien took Sydney's hand, pulling her to his back. Then he took one step forward to stand before Sydney and stared at Finn expressionlessly, "Have you seen enough?"

Ignoring him, Finn lowered his eyes and chuckled, "This is the first time someone has told me I'm not a freak. Sure enough, you're an angel, Sydney."

When he was young and fell into a pond, the ice-cold water reached over his head. But he didn't know how to swim, so he could only keep struggling and shouting for help.

Yet, none of the many adults and his peers walking by were willing to stop to give him a hand. Instead, after glancing at him, they quickly walked away as if they would be killed by him, an unfeeling freak, if they moved slowly.

But they never knew that he had never been interested in such ordinary people like them, but only in those who had committed heinous crimes. Only by controlling the life and death of those people could he feel excited.

But these people had never given him a chance to speak this out.

As he was losing strength, falling to the pond bottom, an angel appeared.

Sydney found a stick and stretched it to him, letting him hold it. In the end, she pulled him ashore.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was actually not so repellent to this world. At least, one person didn't look at him with disgust. Instead, her eyes were full of care and anxiety.

Then he swore at the moment that he would guard her and be nice to her in this life, because she let him see that this world was not wholly black and white, but that it could also be colorful. If he lost her, his world would become black and white again.

Because of this, he had even pondered why he didn't have feelings. If he had, he would definitely fall in love with her.

Now she said that he had feelings indeed. But he knew that was absolutely not

common family love, romantic love, or friendship, but a rarely seen feeling.