My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 252 Pressing on Her Lipstick Mark

Finn noticed it. His eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, but his voice was gentle. "There's no need to kill her. Sometimes, it's more painful to be alive than dead."

"What do you mean?" Lyra frowned, obviously a little dissatisfied that he said he would not kill Sydney.

Finn's glasses glinted. "I mean, wouldn't it be better to find a few people and take a video as they ruin her? That way, not only will the child in her belly be gone, she'll be worse off than dead as well."

Lyra's eyes glowed. 'He's right. It's too easy to let Sydney die just like that. Letting her live in pain for the rest of her life is better.

'That way, even if Julien finds out that Sydney is Maple Leaf, he won't love her anymore because she was defiled by others.

'Sydney won't be able to lift her head for the rest of her life either. She'll be pointed at no matter where she goes. Even Skylight will become a joke because of her.

'It's not enough to just kill her. I have to kill her heart as well!'

Lyra's body trembled with excitement.

Finn's eyes were obscure. "It seems you’re in favor of this idea, right?"

"That's right." Lyra nodded.

Not only was she in favor of it. She could not wait for it to happen!

"When are you going to do it?" she asked eagerly.

"Tomorrow. Are you interested in watching?" Finn's voice was slightly sultry as he spun his sharp scalpel.

Lyra's eyes flickered for a moment before her lips curled up. "Of course. I want to see Sydney being pulled into hell with my own eyes!"

"Great. I'll lure Sydney to North Shore Avenue tomorrow since there aren't many people there. You can wait for me there." Finn's thumb scraped the blade of the scalpel.

Lyra hung up the phone excitedly, her eyes sinister and poisonous. "You're finished, Sydney!"

"Ah-choo!" In the president's office of Flint Corporation, Sydney had just opened her notes when the tip of her nose itched and she sneezed, caught off guard.

Julien placed a cup of black tea in front of her. "Are you cold?"

"I'm fine." Sydney tightened the slim suit jacket around her body.

The office was heated, so it was not very cold.

However, she suddenly felt a chill run up her spine a moment earlier, making her shiver.

Julien watched her movements, pursed his lips, and picked up the remote to turn up the heating in the office. "You won't be cold now."

"Thank you, President Flint." Sydney gave him a polite smile.

She did not think he was doing this because he cared about her.

It was just a concern for a partner. If it were her, she would have done the same.

Julien hummed, indicating that it was nothing much. Then, he put the remote control aside and sat down beside her.

Sydney smelled the mint fragrance coming from him and was stunned for a moment. Her thoughts drifted to more than ten years ago when she first met him.

Under the tree, the breeze blew. The young girl who secretly took a picture of her beloved boy smelled the fragrance coming from him. This smell was the same, but she no longer had the heart- warming feeling she had before.

That was because although the fragrance was the same, the person was not.

Taking a deep breath, Sydney suppressed the emotions in her heart and looked at Julien with complicated eyes. "President Flint, you should change your cologne. This smell doesn't suit you. You're more

suited for ocean fragrances."

Julien frowned at those words.

'I've been using this mint fragrance for more than ten years. Since Maple Leaf liked it, I used it all the time. This was the first time someone told me that I'm not suitable for this fragrance.

'Also, what was the look in her eyes earlier? If I'm not mistaken, it seemed like she was looking at another person through me.

'Who was it? Layden? Or Luke?'

Sydney raised her brows when she felt the cold air around the man.

'Did my suggestion offend him?'

At that thought, Sydney tugged her lips and smiled sheepishly. "My apologies, President Flint. I was too nosy. Just forget I said that."

Julien pressed his thin lips into a straight line. "Am I really not suitable for this fragrance?"

"Huh?" Sydney was stunned. She did not expect that he would ask whether he was suitable or not instead of getting angry at her.

"Do you want me to tell the truth or lie?" Sydney asked while drinking the black tea.

Julien looked at her. "What do you think?"

Sydney smiled. "Fine, then I'll tell you the truth. The current you don't suit it."

"What do you mean the current me?" Julien narrowed his eyes.

He felt that her words seemed to be hiding something.

However, Sydney shook her head and did not want to say anything more. She put down her cup and pushed her notebook in front of him. "President Flint, please tell me about these points I drew."

Julien looked at her deeply for a while. In the end, he put down the questions in his heart and taught her about the contents of the meeting she did not understand.

After more than an hour, Sydney closed her notebook, stood up, and bowed to Julien. "Thank you, President Flint. I have a good idea of what's going on now."

She had to admit that Julien was a very good teacher.

Even if she was just a layman who had never studied new energy before, when he explained it to her, she was mostly able to understand the parts she did not get before. She could figure out the rest when she went back and flipped over some books.

It was clear that tomorrow's analytical paper would be no problem.

"Don't mention it." Julien reached out and tried to help Sydney up. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Sydney stood up straight and evaded his movements.

Julien looked at his hand suspended in the air and his eyes darkened. Then, he acted as if nothing happened and withdrew his hand indifferently. "We're working together as a group, and I don't want anyone to slow down the progress of the whole team. In the future, you can ask me directly if there's anything you don't understand. There's no need to hide it all by yourself."

Hearing him say that, Sydney thought, 'I was right.

'He's just giving me special treatment because he doesn't want me to hold back the team.'

Sydney smiled when her suspicions were verified.

This was better. This way, she would not feel pressured or think about nonsense.

"I know. Thank you in advance, President Flint." She looked at Julien.

Julien lowered his eyes. "Don't mention it."

"Well, it's getting late, so I'll leave now. See you tomorrow." Sydney raised her wrist and looked at her watch.

Julien's thin lips twitched as if he wanted to tell her to stay.

In the end, he did not say anything and watched as she walked out of the office.

Bam!

As the office door closed, Julien was the only one left in the large office.

He withdrew his gaze from the doorway and looked at the place Sydney had just sat. No one knew what he was thinking.

After a few seconds, his eyes moved again, and looked at the coffee table to the side. On the table was the black tea that she had drunk, and on the edge of the cup was a bright red lipstick clearly printed on it.

Julien's eyes darkened when he saw that lipstick mark. He subconsciously reached out to pick up the cup. Then, his lips pressed against the lipstick mark and he took a sip of the tea inside.

The black tea was already cold, and the cool liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach. Julien suddenly snapped back to his senses and his expression changed. He hurriedly put the cup down and clenched his fists.

'What am I doing?'

He looked down at his hand, his eyes dark and obscure.

'How could I have drank tea that Sydney had drunk before?

'Was I manipulated by that mysterious force again?'