Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 569

Natalie smiled, "For whatever reason, Mr. Flint, you have helped me, and I am very grateful. But I came in a hurry this evening. I didn't prepare a gift. I must bring you a gift tomorrow. I'm leaving now."

"OK," Julien responded nonchalantly.

Natalie bowed to Julien again, and then she left.

Julien closed the door, went back to the living room, picked up his laptop, and went upstairs.

As he passed Sydney's room, he slowed down and glanced at her door.

Seeing the light coming through the crack of the door, Julien stopped.

'The light is still on. Is Sydney still up?'

Then Julien knocked on the door. He wanted to tell Sydney what Natalie had said to him.

"Sydney, are you still up?" Julien asked as he knocked on the door.

He knocked several times, but no one answered.

'Is she sleeping?'

Julien frowned. But soon, he dismissed the idea.

It shouldn't be. Sydney hates lights when she sleeps. She wouldn't fall asleep with the lights on, so she shouldn't be asleep yet.

'But why didn't she open the door? Isn't she in her room?'

When Julien thought about this, his face tensed up. He stopped knocking on the door. Then he grabbed the doorknob and turned it gently, and the door was opened.

Julien pushed the door open and stepped inside. He first looked toward the bed, but found that Sydney was not there. His pupils contracted abruptly.

'She's not in the room! Where did she go?'

Julien's heart tightened, and his fists clenched. He looked around the room and wondered when Sydney had left.

When he was downstairs, he hadn’t seen Sydney come downstairs.

As he surveyed the room, he saw something on the floor a short distance from the bathroom. It seemed to be hair.

But the couch was blocking his view. He wasn't quite sure.

Julien walked around the couch to take a closer look. To his shock, Sydney had passed out, lying on the floor.

"Sydney!" Julien's face turned pale. He rushed over to check on Sydney.

He lifted Sydney up and held her in his arms. He felt her forehead and found that it was not hot. Then he checked her breathing, and her breathing was steady. She didn't look sick.

At once, Julien calmed down. He felt a little funny about himself.

Sydney wasn't sick. She had just fallen asleep.

But how had she fallen asleep on the floor? He couldn't believe her. She could catch a cold.

Julien didn't wake her up. He put her arms around his neck, held her thighs with one arm, carried her up, and headed for the bed.

Arriving at the bed, Julien placed Sydney on it. He tucked the hair on her face behind her ears, covered her with a blanket, and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. Then he turned off the light and left the room.

When Sydney woke up the next morning, it was eleven o'clock.

Sydney opened her eyes, glanced at the ceiling, and found herself in her bed. She froze.

'This is so weird! How could I be in bed?'

She vaguely remembered that last night after she got out of the bathtub, she slipped on the floor. And because she was so drunk, she had fallen asleep on the floor.

'Did Julien come into my room last night?'