Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 202 Strange Julien

"You're mistaken, President Flint. These watches are a couple watches. We're not a couple, so they're not for us. You should take it back and share it with Ms.

Madden."

Then, she took the lid from the manager's hand, covered the box, and stuffed it into Julien's arms.

Julien's face was as cold as ice. He subconsciously wanted to throw the box away.

However, in the end, he held back and threw the box to Zach instead.

Zach looked at the box in his arms and then at Julien, who had an unpleasant expression, and smiled wryly.

'Even if you give it to me, what am I supposed to do with it?’

The manager lowered his head, completely regretting his actions.

If he had known that the watches he took out would put President Flint and this lady at odds, he would not have taken it out.

None of them spoke, and the atmosphere turned frightening and oppressive.

After an unknown amount of time, Julien opened his mouth to break the silence. "Let's go."

Zach hurriedly went forward to help him up.

Sydney also reached out to help him.

However, she then thought about something and lowered her hand.

When Julien saw her movements, the air around him turned cold.

'If you want to help, then help.

'Why did you withdraw your hand halfway?'

The group walked out of the restaurant and came to the parking lot. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Sydney opened her car door and let Davey enter.

Julien saw this and frowned. "Are you going to Hunter's place?"

Sydney closed the backseat door. "No."

"Then, Davey..."

"Davey will come back with me," she looked at him and replied.

Julien's heart felt much more comfortable when he heard that she was not going over to Hunter's place, but he did not reveal his emotions on the surface. He simply nodded to indicate that he understood.

Sydney went around the car and stood outside the driver's door. "I'll be going now, President Flint." "Be careful on the road." Julien nodded.

Sydney was slightly surprised.

He took the initiative to tell her to be careful.

Was he still the Julien Flint she knew?

"What's wrong?" Julien asked in a slightly softer voice when he saw the woman bewildered.

Sydney shook her head. "Nothing. You take care too, President Flint."

A smile flashed in Julien's eyes as he hummed.

Sydney gave him one last look, pulled the driver's door open, and got in before driving away.

Julien stood in front of the Maybach and watched her leave.

Sydney saw him when she reversed the car and found it strange.

This was not the first time she was feeling this strangeness. She felt it for quite some time now.

In the past, Julien never gave her anything more than a glance. However, now, he looked at her more times than she could count.

In the past, he was not willing to say a single word to her. However, now, not only did he talk to her more often, but he also advised her to stay safe.

What was going on in his mind?

Sydney frowned deeply.

At that moment, Davey in the back seat suddenly hugged the backrest of the driver's seat and leaned over. "Aunty, Uncle Julien is still watching."

"Um?" Sydney narrowed her eyes and looked at the left wing mirror.

Sure enough, Julien was still standing in place, staring in her direction.

Sydney pursed her red lips. What was he looking at?

Suddenly, Davey said something that almost caused her to slam on the brakes.

"Aunty, Uncle Julien likes you," said Davey.

Sydney choked on her saliva and coughed several times before barely calming down. She said in exasperation, "Kid, how old are you? Did you just say Uncle Julien likes me? Your Uncle Julien doesn't like me. He has someone else he likes."

"But I can tell that Uncle Julien likes you, Aunty. The way he looks at you is the same as the way my daddy looks at mom," Davey blinked and answered.

"You can tell how someone looks at another person? You're amazing, Davey." Sydney laughed and did not take his words to heart, treating them as a child's joking.

After all, how could a child be able to tell the way someone looked at another person?

He said Julien liked her?

Not even the world's funniest joke was that funny.

When Davey saw that Sydney did not believe him, he pouted and harrumphed, emphasizing, "Aunty, I'm telling the truth."

"Yes, yes, you're telling the truth." Sydney nodded and agreed.

Davey saw that she still did not believe him and even treated him perfunctorily, and his little face puffed up with anger.

However, he soon deflated like a balloon and shook his head, sighing. "If you don't believe me, then forget it."

Sydney looked through the rear-view mirror and saw Davey hanging his head like a little old man. She found the sight very amusing.

This kid was really funny.

The next day, Sydney had just woken up when she received a call from Hunter. "Morning, Sydney."

She yawned. "Morning."

Listening to her sleepy and charming voice, Hunter felt his heart itch as well as a surge of heat.

He subconsciously crossed his legs and pursed his lips, clearing his throat. "Did I wake you?" "No," Sydney stretched her back and replied, feeling slightly more awake.

Hunter exhaled faintly. "That's good."

"Why did you call me so early? Do you want to pick Davey up?" Sydney lifted the covers off the bed and opened the door to go out.

Hunter leaned against the car door and said with a smile, "You know me. I'm already downstairs. Where's Davey?"

Sydney opened the door of the second bedroom to see Davey lying on the bed with his limbs splayed out, sleeping very soundly.

She could not help but laugh and said in a low voice,' He's still sleeping."

"That little brat." Hunter also laughed.

Sydney gently closed the bedroom door. "Why don't you come on up?"

Hunter had been waiting for those words. The smile on his face grew wider. "Sure. I'll come up now. Open the door for me."

Sydney hummed.

Soon, the doorbell rang.

Sydney came out of the bedroom after changing her clothes and went to the entrance to open the door.

Hunter stood outside the door, smiling and revealing his pearly whites. "Breakfast."

He held up a large paper bag with the words Royal Breakfast printed on the paper bag.

Sydney took it with a smile. "You even brought breakfast?"

"Yep. Aren't I thoughtful?" Hunter rubbed his hands, his eyes glowing as he looked at her.

To Sydney, he looked like a golden retriever begging for praise.

She even though she saw a tail wagging behind him and could not help but snicker. "Yes, you're very thoughtful. Come on in."

Sydney stepped to the side to make way for him.

"Don't mind if I do." Hunter immediately entered after he spoke. His fast movements had a trace of impatience.

"Your apartment is pretty nice." He stood in the living room and looked around.

Sydney placed the breakfast on the table. "It was my coming-of-age gift from my dad. Well, make yourself at home. I'll go wash up. If you want to see Davey, he's in that room over there."

She pointed to the second bedroom.

Hunter waved his hand. "I got it. You go ahead. I'll watch Davey."

Then, he opened the door and went into the second bedroom.

Sydney smiled a little and went to the bathroom.

When she finished washing up, put on her makeup, and came out of the bathroom, Hunter was already sitting at the dining table with Davey in his arms.

"Good morning, Aunty," Davey waved his stubby arms and greeted Sydney sweetly.

Sydney's heart melted as she walked over and gave him a kiss on his fleshy little face. "Good morning, Davey."

Hunter's eyes widened when he saw this scene.

'The nerve of this kid... Not even I got a kiss from my beloved.

'But this kid got it before me.'

Seemingly sensing Hunter's resentment, Davey twisted his head to look at him and suddenly smiled.

Hunter's fists itched in anger.

'Is this little brat showing off to me?'

"Davey, do you want a spanking?" Hunter reached out and pinched Davey's cheeks.

Davey quickly begged Sydney for help. "Aunty, Uncle Hunter is pinching me."

Sydney was setting up breakfast when she heard those words. She immediately put down the fork in her hand and looked over.

Seeing Hunter's actions, she crossed her arms and shouted, "Hunter Cohen, what are you doing?"