Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!
Chapter 671 Finally Sober

After hearing Sydney's question, that person finally moved. She looked up.

Sydney still couldn't see the person's face. Instead, she only saw the person wear a black mask. The mask did not cover the upper face, but it was so heavily bandaged that only the eyes could be seen. Seeing that, Sydney widened her eyes in shock.

This person was having plastic surgery.

The bandage on the person's face and the swollen double-edged eyelids showed that this one was having a face-changing surgery, not a small one.

It must hurt so much!

Sydney couldn't help but shudder. She was surprised, but she also admired this person.

After all, not everyone had the guts to take the high risk of going through the whole plastic surgery.

"What do you want, Miss? Looking for someone?" Sydney suppressed her surprise. Seeing the person outside the door was still silent, she had to ask again.

Just now, the person's head had been down, so she could not tell the gender. Anyway, the person in the wheelchair was in fact very tall, about 1.7 meters. Therefore, this person was probably a male. Yet, after the person looked up, judging by their eyes and the strand of hair coming out of the brim of the cap, she was finally sure this was a woman.

So she called the person Miss.

The woman outside the door remained silent, but looked up, staring at Sydney.

She looked calm on the surface, but her heart was already a sea of surging waves.

How come Sydney was here?

Were the rumors true that she and Julien had gotten back together?

When she thought of this, her hands, hidden in her sleeves on the arms of her wheelchair, suddenly held the chair arms firmly, her nails sinking into her own palms.

The next second, she quickly bowed her head, the calmness on her face gone. Her eyes were filled with viciousness as if there was venom in them.

They were together again!

Together again!

The woman could not accept such a result, her body slightly shaking.

Seeing she was still silent, Sydney became more vigilant. Her voice was no longer that polite and courteous, but became much indifferent, "Miss, if you continue to keep silent, I will call security guards." As she spoke, she took out her phone.

The woman looked up again. Her eyes, which had been filled with viciousness, returned to their initial peaceful, natural state as if nothing had happened.

She coughed and answered in a whisper," Sorry, I seem to have gone the wrong way."

"Gone the wrong way?" Sydney looked at the woman in front of her suspiciously, wondering why her voice sounded so ugly-and hoarse as if there was sand in her throat. It was even uglier than Julien's when he was drunk.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

Obviously, Sydney didn't really believe it." This is the top floor, not one in the middle of the building."

So how could she have carelessly gone the wrong way?

After all, people could only get up here by the special elevator in the building.

There was only one floor button on the elevator-the top.

She said she had gone the wrong way, but it was obviously impossible.

When she found that Sydney suspected her, her eyes glistened, and then she answered calmly, "I know this is the top floor because the person I want to visit also lives on the top floor of this luxurious building complex, but not in this building. In the beginning, I thought he lives in this building, but when I saw you, I then realized he doesn't."

"Oh?" Sydney pursed her lips. "How could you be sure that you had come to the wrong building when you saw me? What if you hadn't come to the wrong place and I happened to have come out of the apartment where the person you want to meet lives?"

She stared attentively at the woman as if she wanted to find something from her.

The woman still answered calmly, "This is impossible because my friend has a serious disease. Apart from me and his family, he won't allow anyone to enter his apartment." "In this case, why didn't you answer me just now after I asked you twice?" Sydney asked expressionlessly.

The woman lowered her eyelids and said," Sorry, Miss, it's my first time here. I froze when I saw you. Then I had been trying to recall in which building he lives. I'm really sorry. Now I'm leaving."

After that, the woman controlled her wheelchair and turned, rolling toward the elevator.

Sydney looked at her coolly at the door, not stopping her from leaving.

Only after the woman entered the elevator did she go outside with a garbage bag and put it in the trash can in the stairwell.

After dumping the garbage, as she patted her hands to clean off the dust, she thought about the matter.

Was it that she had been so close to plastic surgery lately?

In just two months, she had met two people who had had plastic surgery.

She had met the first one in Kingthene, and the second one was the woman she had just met.

Were there now so many people who had plastic surgery?

Were they so many that she could often meet some?

Sydney shook her head and stopped thinking about it. Soon she threw the trivial matter to the back of her mind and went to the kitchen to check out the chicken soup she was stewing. Time passed quickly. An afternoon passed like this, and it was getting dark.

Sydney raised her wrist and checked the time. It was already 7:30. She was wondering if Julien was awake.

She put down her wrist, dropped the remote control in her hand, stood up, and walked toward Julien's room to see him.

Even if he was not awake, she decided to wake him up.

She could not let him sleep like this all the time. Instead, he had to wake up and eat something.

After all, he had just eaten a small bowl of porridge during the whole day.

Coming to his room door, Sydney turned the knob and went in.

As soon as she turned on the light, she saw the man, who, she thought, was still sleeping, sitting on the bed.

Now he was adapting to the light with his eyes closed and brows knitted, maybe because she had suddenly turned on the light.

Leaning against the door frame, Sydney chuckled, "Awake?"

Having almost adapted to it, Julien opened his eyes to look at her, a slight surprise in the depths of his eyes. "How come you are here?" He had thought that it was Zach who had turned on the light.

Unexpectedly, Sydney arched her brows. " How come I am here? You forgot it?"

Julien rubbed his temples and said, "Sorry, I'm a little dizzy."

"Dizzy?" Sydney became nervous and reached out to feel his forehead, trying to see if he was in a fever or something.

After all, a lot of drunkards would have a fever or just get hot.

After feeling his forehead, she was relieved, not worried anymore.

He was not in a fever. He was dizzy, probably because it was a sequela of soberness.

Sydney picked up the water that had been there for so long and passed it over to Julien. "Drink some. There are hangover pills in it. You'll feel much better after drinking some." Julien took it and slowly drank.

After waiting about a minute, Sydney looked at him and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Julien nodded slightly. "A little better."

"Since you're a little better, then recall why I am here as well as all the things that happened during the day. You'll have a surprise!" Sydney said with a faint smile.

Seeing her expression, he was shocked, inexplicably feeling that something bad would happen.

What she said might not be a surprise but a horror.

Looking at his quivering pupils, of course, Sydney realized what he was thinking, but she pretended she didn't know. Instead, she said with a sweet smile, "What's wrong? Why look at me that way?" Julien moved his thin lips, not answering.

Not caring about it, Sydney stood up from the edge of the bed and said, "Well, I won't disturb you. I'm going outside to prepare dinner. Think patiently. When you get it, come out to dinner." She expected to see something like this

when he came out: He was too embarrassed to look at her.