Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 58

This smell was the same as the body wash he got on his hands when he was in the shower room. If so, how did the smell of Sydney's body wash end up here?

Unless, of course, that shower gel did not belong to Sydney in the first place. Lyra had been using the bathroom before they went out. In that case, it was evident whose shower gel caused Sydney's fall.

Julien clenched his hands on the bathrobe as his cold eyes fixed on a bottle of shower gel on the shelf. The bottle was transparent, so he could clearly see that there was less than half of the gel left inside.

Where did the other half go? The answer was obvious.

Julien's face was terribly gloomy. He threw the bathrobe in his hand and went out of the bathroom.

Lyra was sitting on the sofa in the living room outside talking on the phone with Velma. When she heard footsteps, she looked up and felt her breath skip a beat when she saw the cold expression on the man's face. She forced a smile and asked, "Julien, you finished showering so quickly?”

Why was he looking at her with such terrifying eyes?

"Lyra, are you there?" Velma's voice rang out loudly on the phone.

Lyra calmed down and replied with a smile, "Aunty, it's getting late now, so let's stop here. Go and rest early. I'll talk to you next time!"

She hung up the call, put the phone on the coffee table, and walked toward the man. However, the closer she got, the more she could feel how frightening the man's eyes on her were.

Lyra’s heart became more and more uneasy, but she kept her composure on the surface.

"What's wrong, Julien? Are you in a bad mood?" She walked up to the man and leaned forward, trying to lean in his embrace.

The man looked down at her and took a step back.

Lyra stumbled and almost fell. She looked up at him with surprise and grievance. "Julien, you..."

"Were you behind Sydney falling unconscious in the shower room?" Julien interrupted her words, his face extremely cold.

Lyra’s eyes widened. She had no time to think about how he suspected her and shook her head repeatedly." Of course, not. Why do you think I did it, Julien?"

She acted as if she could accept his misunderstanding. Her face was written with unhappiness and anger.

She thought that if she did that, Julien would coax her like he usually did and tell her not to get angry.

Unexpectedly, the man did not move at all. He stood there and stared at her. There was not only disappointment in his eyes but also a surging and unreadable complexity.

"Even now, you’re not admitting it. Do you think I'm just being suspicious? I wouldn’t ask if I didn't have definite proof."

Definite proof?

Lyra's face changed.

She knew that he never lied.

That meant he had evidence.

Lyra panicked with fear in her eyes. "Julien, I..."

Julien cut off her words again. "Sydney slipped on a large puddle of shower gel, and the smell of that shower gel is the same as yours. Your shower gel is specially customized and it’s impossible to find another one with the same fragrance anywhere in the world.

"Furthermore, when you went out, everything you brought was new and unopened, but now your shower gel is half-empty for no reason. These pieces of evidence are enough to prove what you've done."

After saying all that, Julien looked at her like she was a stranger and asked the question he had been wondering about for a long time, "Lyra, are you that kind and simple girl who wrote to me?"

Lyra’s body froze with a jerk. Her hands and feet went cold.

What should she do? He was beginning to doubt her identity!

No, she had to dispel his doubts quickly, or everything would be finished.

Lyra's eyes flashed, and she suddenly bit her lip and cried. "I'm sorry, Julien. I was wrong. I'm sorry...”

She coughed until her face turned red and her body shook slightly. It was as if she could faint at any moment.