Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 347

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You**
**by Aurelia**
**Novel 347**

**Chapter 347**

A sudden jolt coursed through Sydney, her instincts flaring as she reached out, desperate to halt Julian’s reckless advance. “Julian!” she called, her voice laced with urgency.

But he paid her no heed. With a fierce determination, he shoved her aside, his strength propelling her out of the doorway of their apartment. In a swift, fluid motion, he seized Caleb by the collar, dragging him forcefully into the confines of his home.

The door slammed shut with a resounding thud, a sound that reverberated ominously in the air. Outside, Sydney and Tiffany stood frozen, the muffled sounds of fists colliding with flesh echoing in their ears.

With trembling hands, Sydney fumbled for her phone, her heart racing as she prepared to call the police. But before she could press the buttons, Tiffany snatched the device from her grasp. “What’s the point?” she said, her voice sharp and filled with frustration. “Who could possibly stop them?”

“I’m scared, Tiffany,” Sydney whispered, her voice quivering with fear. The weight of her anxiety settled heavily in her chest.

Julian had always been a force to be reckoned with in a fight; his combat skills were unmatched. Yet, what unfolded before her eyes was a level of brutality she had never witnessed.

With a sickening thud, Caleb’s lip split open, crimson blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, a stark reminder of Julian’s fury.

“Julian knows exactly what he’s doing,” Tiffany remarked, her gaze shifting to Sydney, who appeared disheveled and shaken. In that moment, her friend refrained from teasing or prying, instead gently pulling her toward their own door.

“And Caleb deserves every bit of this,” she added, her voice steady. “He should have faced consequences like this long ago.”

What kind of man was Caleb? Did he truly believe that a mere scrap of evidence could wash away the sins of his past? Only someone like Julian had the strength to confront a man like him.

Inside the apartment, the impact of Julian’s first punch sent Caleb crashing to the floor, the force far greater than the shove at the doorway.

Earlier, Julian had restrained himself, mindful of Sydney’s presence and the fear that might cloud her heart. But now, there was no holding back.

Caleb, in a fit of rage, snapped at Julian’s words. “So it’s true! You bastard really did touch Sydney!”

Seizing the opportunity created by Julian’s momentary distraction, Caleb twisted violently and landed a punch on Julian’s cheekbone.

“I didn’t touch her because I was afraid I couldn’t explain it!”

With Sydney’s beauty and allure, how could Caleb have never thought about it? Of course, he had.

Julian inhaled sharply, the pain in his cheekbone a mere whisper compared to the storm of rage brewing within him. He glared at Caleb, his eyes filled with a murderous intensity, as if he were already a ghost.

“You mean you were afraid you couldn’t explain it to her? Or were you terrified of what you would have to say to Penelope?”