My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 864 Aggrieved Julien

She remembered she was at the police station at that time, so how could she be in her room?

Sydney rubbed her brow, unable to figure out how she had gotten back. She turned her head toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, although she couldn't see the sun, it was blindingly bright.

She remembered that she had gone to the police station last night, so what time was it?

Sydney withdrew her gaze from the floor-to-ceiling window and hurried to look at the bedside table.

The phone, as always, was there.

She twisted around, grabbed the phone, lit the screen, and checked the time. When she saw that it was 8:30, she gasped.

8:30!

She recalled that last night at the police station, she was a little sleepy, so Julien let her lean on him to take a nap.

She agreed then and fell asleep. She had no memory of what had happened after that.

Apparently, she didn't wake up from that moment until now.

In other words, she slept until 8:30 in the morning and missed the opportunity to meet and question Greta.

And who questioned Greta?

Julien or the police?

Sydney immediately put her phone down and looked toward the door.

The next second, the door opened, and a tall figure walked in with a glass of water in his hand. It was Julien.

Julien did not wear a neat suit as usual. He had changed into comfortable pajamas.

The beige pajamas made him look less cold. He looked gentler and more approachable.

Julien came in and met Sydney's gaze. He was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that she would be awake.

Julien quickly collected his thoughts and revealed a slight smile. "You are awake."

Sydney nodded, clenched her hands on the quilt, and asked in a hurry, "Julien, did Greta go to the police station last night?"

"Yes." Julien held the glass of water and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Sydney stared at him. "Then why didn't you wake me up? Didn't I tell you to wake me up when Greta arrived?"

Julien coughed softly with a guilty face. "You were sleeping soundly, and your sleeping face was so cute that I couldn't bear to wake you up."

"You..." Sydney angrily rolled her eyes.

She was astonished by his reason.

She had thought it was because of Greta's absence that he hadn't woken her up.

"Don't be mad. Drink some water." Watching Sydney's face turn red with anger, Julien hurriedly handed over the water while coaxing her.

Sydney was indeed a little thirsty at that moment. Looking at the glass of water in front of her and Julien's eager face, she immediately cooled down.

Yet she pretended to be annoyed and glared at the man before she took the glass and drank some water.

Port City had little rain in winter, so the air was dry. Even though the humidifier in the room had been working, Sydney's throat felt dry when she woke up in the morning.

Therefore, she usually put a glass of water for herself at night on the bedside so that she could drink it the next morning.

Last night she fell asleep, so she couldn't prepare it.

But Julien was so thoughtful that he took the initiative to bring it for her just after she woke up.

Thus, how could she be angry with him?

After drinking water, Sydney passed the glass to Julien. "Tell me. What happened after Greta went to the police station last night?"

Julien held the glass in his hand. There was still some water in it.

He stared at the edge of the glass where her lips had just touched for a few seconds. Suddenly, he pressed his lips on it and tilted his head to drink the rest of the water.

Sydney flushed as she saw this.

This was an indirect kiss.

She was speechless.

When Julien drained the glass, Sydney gently pulled his arm. "Come on. Say it."

Julien put the glass down and chuckled, "After Greta came, I went to see her. She did not admit it at first and kept arguing. Later, I played that man's words I had recorded in the interrogation room to her. After listening, she naturally admitted her crime."

Hearing this, Sydney smiled, "Great, but..."

She looked at Julien. "You recorded it in the interrogation room? How come I didn't know that?" Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"I had quietly turned my phone recorder on before I went into the interrogation room, yet there were police there, and I couldn't remind you, so I didn't tell you," Julien answered.

Sydney could understand why he had not reminded her.

Both the plaintiff and the defendant were not allowed to record privately at the police station.

So even though Julien's status was high, he couldn't openly go against the law. He could only do that secretly.

"The police didn't get upset when they saw you play the recording?" Sydney looked at Julien and asked.

Julien let out a low laugh. "So what? I had recorded it when they found out. Besides, I'm Julien Flint. They had to turn a blind eye."

If they had caught Julien recording, they would have stopped him.

However, it was too late.

So the police could do nothing with Julien.

Sydney looked at Julien's smug face, covered her lips, and laughed, "You're really something. Did the police say what to do about Greta after that?"

"Not yet." Julien shook his head seriously. "If Greta were just an ordinary person, the police would apply to prosecute her after she admitted her crime, but it is not so simple this time. They can't settle the case until Greta's true identity is found out. Even I can't change it."

"I see." Sydney nodded. "I understand. After all, Greta's true identity is still unclear. A normal person will not fake an identity. Who knows if she is a spy or a fugitive? Naturally, the police will not settle the case so soon."

"It's good that you can understand." Julien stroked her hair. "But don't worry. Greta will be punished."

"I've always believed that." Sydney nodded and then sighed, "It's just a pity about those two outfits."

A few million dollars was wasted.

Even if Greta compensated, she wouldn't do it right now.

They had to wait until Greta's identity was figured out and she was tried.

That would take a long time.

"It's okay." Julien looked at Sydney and smiled slightly, "In the morning, I already asked Zach to prepare a new dress for you. It will be different from the previous one, but better. You won't refuse me again, right?"

He lowered his head slightly and rested his forehead against hers.

Sydney sighed, "Of course not. I don't have any money left."

She couldn't afford to buy another dress, and she didn't want to rent one.

Renting a dress for a party would be a slap in the face to the owner of the mall.

She would not be that stupid.

So she could only accept Julien's help.

"Why do you think so?" Julien gently pinched Sydney's nose. "My money is yours. It's just that you don't want to accept it. Grandma asked me if I had bought you anything. I said yes, but you always rejected my gifts. Grandma didn't even believe my words. She thought I was stingy and scolded me."

Speaking of this, Julien looked aggrieved.