My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

"It's okay. You still have me," Julien whispered, looking at her.

Sydney froze. "You?"

Julien nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there watching meteors with you in the days to come."

Sydney laughed. "You just said we could watch it, but isn't it tiring if we go up the mountain every day?"

That indeed sounded like a problem.

Julien pursed his lips for a moment and then said, "How about we watch it once in a while?"

Touched by his sincere gaze, Sydney couldn't say no.

After all, it was her wish, not his, to watch the meteor.

"Yeah." Sydney nodded with a smile.

Julien handed her a glass. "Don't worry. I'll make it all up with you until there is no more regret."

"Good." Sydney took the glass and rested her head on his shoulder.

Then something crossed her mind. She put her head back and looked down at the wine in the glass.

Julien was puzzled by her sudden action.

"You're drinking again!" Sydney said, clutching the glass.

"Huh?" Julien was drinking his wine when he heard the question.

He had to change his plan of gulping it down. Following a sip, he put the glass down.

"Can't I?" He looked at Sydney uncertainly.

Sydney was staring at him seriously and unblinkingly.

It made him feel upset, as if he had done a terrible thing.

Her aura was so strong that he was daunted.

Then again, being henpecked was nothing to be ashamed of because that was a sign of love.

Julien comforted himself in his heart.

"Of course not!" Sydney put her glass down on the railing.

Its flat surface could hold small objects which would not fall unless someone carelessly knocked them off.

Then she snatched Julien's glass and stared at him seriously. "It's bad for your health, and if you're drunk..."

She suddenly paused.

She was going to say that he tended to harm himself when he was drunk. He used to do that kind of thing on the anniversary of his mother's death.

On second thought, she held back lest it evoke his sadness.

"Anyway, you should not drink. You made a promise to your grandmother." Sydney put the glass on the railing alongside hers.

Julien pursed his lips and silently looked at Sydney.

After a while, he suddenly laughed. "I know what you're concerned about. Don't worry. It won't happen."

The cold wind blew past, ruffling Sydney's hair.

Julien gently smoothed it for her and continued, "I got drunk on the anniversary of my mother's death because I saw her dead in front of me. It left a psychological shadow in my heart and made me believe that it was my fault. I thought that she couldn't have her freedom and be with the man she loved because of me."

His mentioning of the matter on his own meant that he had gotten over it. Sydney bit her lip and asked, "Have you received psychotherapy as I asked you to?"

Julien shook his head. "No."

Sydney crinkled her nose unhappily.

Julien hurriedly added, "I planned to see a doctor after the banquet was over, but now it looks like I don't need it anymore."

"Why?" Sydney looked at his delicate jaw in puzzlement.

The smile on Julien's face faded away, and his eyes turned cold. "If I hadn't learned that my mother had deliberately trained me to be like Dallin, I might still have been feeling guilty for her death. After I found out the truth, I realized that my guilt all these years was just a joke. My mother's suicide was never because of me. She just couldn't accept the fact that Dallin got married. How ridiculous!"

Sydney heard him out, knowing what he wanted to express. She held his arm and said, "So, you've come out of the shadows, right? You won't be sad on the anniversary anymore, right?" Julien touched her face. "Yeah, she's not worth it!"

"Good," Sydney smiled, "your grandma doesn't have to worry about you again."

"Just my grandma?" Julien turned sideways and smirked at her, "Aren't you worried?"

Sydney rolled her eyes. "That goes without saying."

Amused by her proud tone, Julien chuckled.

Sydney slapped him in annoyance and asked him while knowing the answer, "What are you laughing about?"

"Nothing. You're so cute," Julien replied, pinching her cheek.

Sydney knocked off his hand. "Stop it."

It was not like her face was chubby.

She didn't know why he liked to pinch her face so much.

It caused her face to look bigger.

"Okay." A smile lingered on Julien's face.

He would stop doing it since she didn't like it.

He had always respected her.

"Can I have my wine back now?" Julien stretched out his hand and pointed to the wine glasses with his chin.

Sydney crossed her arms in disapproval. "No."

Julien raised his eyebrows. "Why? One glass of wine won't get me drunk."

"No," Sydney rejected it again, "because it's bad for your health. You drank at the South Lake Restaurant today."

In fact, she allowed him to drink a little but not too much.

At first, she was worried that he would remember his mother and hurt himself again if he got drunk.

Now she was simply concerned about his health.

He could occasionally have a glass or two.

But he had drunk some at the restaurant, so it was not fine if he drank more.

"I didn't drink much at the restaurant," Julien reasoned, pointing to the sky and the bustling street, and tried to appeal to pathos, "Besides, don't you find something is missing if we just stand here? Wine is perfect to go with the night view."

Sydney rolled her eyes. "In a word, you want to drink."

Julien chuckled without saying a word.

Sydney sighed but relented in the end.

She had to.

It would be too harsh if she rejected his request twice.

And he was right. It was indeed monotonous if they just stood there watching the scenery.

She could imagine the good atmosphere wine would bring them.

At that, she picked up the two glasses and gave Julien's wine back to him. "Here. Just this one and no refills!"

"Definitely!" Julien nodded with a chuckle, took the glass, and arched his brow, "Cheers!"