My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

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 anothe 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.

Seeing her fragile appearance, Julien's heart softened and he patted her on the back to help her smooth her breath. "The person you should apologize to isn't me."

"Yes. I'll apologize to Ms. Raines tomorrow." She pulled his arm and shook it, acting coquettishly." Forgive me, okay?"

Julien did not say that he would forgive her, but he did not pull his arm away and simply rubbed his temples. "I want to know why you did that. Haven't you thought that you could potentially kill a human life by doing this?"

"I wasn't thinking that far." Lyra lowered her head and her voice choked. "I did it because I was afraid. Ms. Raines has been with you for six years. I was afraid that you had feelings for her in your heart and she'd take you back, so I acted on impulse. I regretted it later, but I didn't dare to say anything because I was afraid that you'd blame me."

"Silly girl, I only have you in my heart. It's impossible for me to be with Sydney." It turned out that Lyra did such a thing because he did not give her enough security. Julien could not help but blame himself. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair.

"Listen to me and don't do such things again, okay?"

"Okay." Lyra leaned into his arms and knew that his suspicions were dispelled when she felt his softened attitude. She sighed in relief.

Then, she thought of something else and lowered her eyes, asking worriedly, "Julien, do you think Ms.

Raines will get angry and call the police to arrest me if I apologize to her tomorrow?"

Julien stroked her hair. "It's okay. I'll handle it."

"Thank you, Julien." Lyra stood up on her tiptoes and smiled as she aimed a kiss on his lips.

However, Julien frowned and subconsciously turned his face away.

Lyra's kiss missed and her face froze for a moment. However, she pretended as if nothing happened and kissed his cheek instead.

On the other side, the doctor was treating Sydney.

Luke clenched his fists and paced around endlessly. He only stopped when the doctor took off his gloves." Doctor, how's my dar... Sydney?" "The young lady's life isn't in danger. She just has a minor concussion. I've already sterilized and bandaged the wound, but you should take her to a hospital for a detailed examination to see if there's any blood clotting inside her head," the doctor replied. "Okay, I'll take her there tomorrow." Luke nodded.

After sending the doctor away, he returned to the bedside and sat down, looking at the unconscious woman on the bed in relief. "Thank god you're okay. Otherwise, that kid Cayden would kill me. He might even go insane and burn down the whole world."

Luke could not help but shiver when he thought of that kid's real face. Then, he fell asleep on the side of the bed.

It was already the next morning when Sydney woke up.

She looked around and realized where she was.

Sydney blinked and braced herself to get up, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain came from her head, causing her face to turn white as she fell back on the bed. At the same time, a picture flashed in her mind.

She remembered now. She had fallen and bumped her head when she came out of the shower room yesterday.

It was no wonder her head hurt and felt dizzy.

Sydney grunted in pain.

Luke, who had been dreaming at the side of the bed, instantly woke up. He straightened his body and

looked at Sydney with sleepy eyes. "Darling, you're awake?"

Sydney's lips pulled. "You stayed with me all night?"

Yeah." Luke casually straightened his hair which was as messy as a chicken nest and said with a grin, "How about it? I'm pretty interesting, aren't I? Why don't you consider turning your fake boyfriend into a real boyfriend?"

Sydney rolled her eyes. "In your dreams!"

How could best friends be lovers? Just thinking about it gave her the shivers.

"Women are so heartless!" Luke looked at her sorrowfully.

Sydney kicked him. "Alright, be serious!"

Luke immediately stopped messing around. His expression became solemn. "Darling, how did you fall?"