Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 788

"Yes." Sydney nodded. Having slept for too long during the day, she was now really dizzy without strength. As she took steps, she could not keep her balance as if the ground were soft.

Seeing that, Julien frowned, scurried over, and held her shoulder, letting her lean against his chest. Then he looked down at her and asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"No." Sydney looked up at him and answered with a smile, "I slept too long. Light-headed. I'll be fine in a while."

Although Sydney had given her explanation, Julien was still a little worried. He felt her forehead, and it was not hot. Then he believed her.

"During the day, I asked you to get up and take a walk, not to lie down, but you lay down stubbornly." Julien knocked on her forehead gently.

Covering her forehead, Sydney said with a smile, "Okay, fine, it's my fault. I was really satisfied with the seafood during the day. That's why I became lazy, not wishing to move. I won't be like that anymore in the future."

"I'll keep an eye on you in the future. Well, go sit on the sofa to rest for a while. After that, let's have dinner," Julien snorted.

"Okay," Sydney nodded and said.

Julien walked her over, helped her sit down, and poured her a glass of water.

Sydney took a sip of warm water, which ran down her throat all the way to her stomach. Instantly, her stomach became warm, and the warmth began spreading to every part of her body. Only then did she feel much more comfortable.

"By the way, what were you doing when you squatted there just now?" Sydney pointed at the washing machine.

Julien had some embarrassment in his eyes, but he answered calmly, "Washing clothes."

"If you were washing clothes, you should just let the machine do it. Why did you have to squat there?"

Sydney was a little confused.

Julien knew he had to give a good explanation, or she would ask again soon. After a light cough, he answered directly, "It is said that a washing machine spins while washing the clothes. I waited a long time, but I didn't see it spin. Is it broken?"

Twitching her mouth, Sydney asked, "Are you sure it's broken? Or you don't know how to use it?"

Julien fell silent.

Sydney was also silent.

After a long while, she covered her mouth and laughed, "It seems you don't know how to use it."

As a trace of embarrassment flashed through his eyes, Julien admitted it unwillingly, "No, I don't… I've never used such a machine."

"Understandable." Sydney patted his shoulder, not laughing at him anymore.

Anyway, his servants would deal with his clothes. As for some of the most expensive ones, the designers would come to his door to maintain them, or he would dump them. He didn't have to use a washing machine at all.

So it was normal he didn't know how to use them.

"Sorry, I think I'm so useless sometimes." Julien massaged the spot between his eyebrows.

He didn't even know some of the basic knowledge of living. Then he was useless, right?

Sydney stood up with a smile and said, "You are not useless. Instead, you're the most useful one. If you're useless, how can you get your money? The richer you are, the better chance you have to get people to do such things for you. You don't have to do them yourself at all. This is the life everyone craves! But you think you're useless? Besides, apart from making money, now you can cook and pick crabs for me! Which man has so many skills as you have? Can any man manage his business and also do housework? You're great!"

Sydney's praise made Julien's eyes shine and the tips of his ears turn slightly red.

He cleared his throat. As if he was a little embarrassed, he said in a low voice, "Okay, stop it. You must be hungry, right? I'll go to the kitchen and get something for you."

After that, he got up, bypassed the sofa, and walked fast toward the kitchen.

Sydney looked at his back and arched her eyebrows, thinking, "It's rare to see he is embarrassed! Before I could look at it for too long, he simply slipped away."

Thinking it funny, she shook her head before walking toward the washing machine.