Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 159: Cutting Off Her Suitors with My Own Hands Before Getting the Divorce Certificate (Part 2)
"Oh, it’s my sister-in-law, what a coincidence."
But after she said that, she covered her mouth.
"No, I should change what I call you. I’ll call you sister because I’m already with your brother."
After speaking, she laughed with a victorious demeanor.
Juliana frowned.
Stella saw her expression and thought she was angered.
So she became even more smug and said, "Brother is so vigorous, he almost broke me apart. It took me a few days of rest at home to recover. Was he like this when he was with you, sister?"
Juliana couldn’t hold back and retched.
Then she looked at Stella with disgust in her eyes.
"Can’t you live a day without disgusting people? Do me a favor and find a reflective surface, open your eyes wide and look at yourself. Your face is the living definition of ’disgusting.’ I’m allergic to trash, so stay away from me."
Stella was infuriated by her words.
"Sister, I know you’re jealous of me, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Brother said you don’t even know how to moan in bed, like a dead fish. He said only with me does he feel like a real man. A rigid woman like you being discarded by the Grant Family is the best luck you’ll ever have in this life."
Juliana hadn’t eaten and was slightly hypoglycemic, not wanting to waste time bickering here with her.
So she took out her phone.
Stella raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to call my brother to scold me?"
However, Juliana dialed the police.
"What are you doing?" Stella shouted without caring about her image.
Juliana lightly said, "You strut down the street as someone the police are watching, and if I don’t report you, where is the justice in this world?"
As she finished speaking, the call connected.
Stella rushed up desperately to grab her phone.
They began to grapple with each other.
"What are you doing, stop immediately!"
Evan stepped forward with long strides.
A glint flashed in Stella’s eyes: this was the time to test him.
She grabbed Juliana’s hand, making it look like she was being strangled.
Then she cried out, "Brother, sister-in-law is trying to report my location to the police and wants to strangle me."
Evan didn’t have time to ask more questions and immediately reached out to stop Juliana from calling.
But not controlling his strength, Juliana lost her balance when he pushed her, stumbling a few steps before falling heavily to the ground.
A sharp pain shot through her elbow and knee, and with hypoglycemic weakness in her legs, Juliana gazed at Evan with hatred.
Evan seemed to have not expected this, holding the phone he took from her, stunned.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Stella rushed into his arms, "Brother, sister-in-law is so fierce, I’m so scared."
"Juliana!"
Elias’s deep, angry voice came from afar, getting closer.
He pushed through the onlookers at the restaurant entrance and quickly walked to Juliana’s side, squatting down to carefully check on her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Juliana pursed her lips.
Before she could speak, Elias simply picked her up and looked at Evan, his tone calm yet carrying a terrifying pressure, "Return her phone!"
Evan watched as the woman he liked was now held by another man.
And she was comfortably wrapping her arms around the other man’s neck.
His heart felt as if it was being fiercely squeezed, pain and jealousy intertwining, nearly consuming him.
Yet, he couldn’t show it in front of Stella.
He unobtrusively pushed Stella away, stepped forward, and handed the phone back to Juliana.
"You can’t harm her," he said.
Juliana raised her hand and slapped him, retrieving her phone.
"Brother..." Stella rushed up again, hugging him with concern.
"This is the last time, if I see you bullying her again, I don’t care what your last name is."
Elias warned Evan, suppressing the smile at the corner of his lips, and carried Juliana away.
Watching their car leave, Stella’s heart ached even more.
"How can sister-in-law hug other men and even hit you?"
Evan hid the piercing pain in his eyes and calmly removed her hand that was trying to touch his cheek.
"Let’s go, your location is exposed, the police will be here soon, we can’t eat here."
Seeing Evan’s powerless demeanor, Stella became excited.
For her, he had personally pushed Juliana away, which was enough to prove that she had carved a place in his heart.
"Brother," she grabbed his hand urgently, "I don’t want to see you so passive. I’ll find out who is supporting Isaac Grant behind the scenes for you."
Evan silently tightened his grip on her hand, deepening the bond of "shared hardships" between them.
But beneath his lowered lashes, deep in his pupils, there was only cold calculation and indifferent calm.
The prey was finally in the cage, but his Juliana...
Elias took out a first aid kit he kept in the car and used iodine to disinfect Juliana’s scraped hand.
The cotton swab brushed lightly, and she didn’t make a sound.
If it were a girl from the Sinclair Family, she would be pouting and complaining already.
"Don’t hold it in, if it hurts, tell me."
Juliana withdrew her treated hand, "I’m not that delicate; a fall is no big deal."
Elias put away the kit, understanding in his heart: she was too independent, or perhaps they weren’t close enough yet for her to show her vulnerability.
"You’re not really here to eat, are you?" Juliana didn’t quite believe in such coincidences.
And indeed, it wasn’t true.
He’d heard Jared mention it last night, so he made an excuse to come by specially.
But Elias wouldn’t tell her that.
"So you’re delaying my dinner, aren’t you going to make it up to me?"
Juliana tilted her head and thought for a while, "What I can afford is worlds apart from The Azure Pavilion. Even if I treat you, would you dare eat it?"
Elias’s gaze deepened and his lips curved slightly, "You just pay."
Before long, they arrived at an old alley.
The car couldn’t go through, so Juliana got out, and Elias followed closely behind.
Elias surveyed the area, seeing wall murals deliberately done up, and the garbage bins lined up neatly.
Even though the entire alley had been tidied up, it still exuded a faint, old fishy odor.
The place Juliana wanted to treat him was indeed a small, unassuming eatery hidden in this alley.
The restaurant had been around for years but was kept clean and tidy.
Juliana was familiar with the owner.
The owner looked at Elias, smiling as he asked her, "The same as usual for him?"
Juliana nodded.
In no time, the owner brought two plates of fish-flavored shredded pork fried rice and asked with a smile, "Haven’t seen you in a while, what have you been busy with?"
Juliana picked up a spoon and sipped her seaweed soup, "Developed a liking for steak, busy taking care of the fine dining scene."
The owner wasn’t offended and found it even more amusing.
He turned to Elias, noticing from his attire that he wasn’t an ordinary person.
"Are you her boyfriend?"
Elias was momentarily taken aback.
Juliana put down her spoon, but the owner pretended not to notice, continuing to speak to him, "You’re not a very attentive boyfriend, look, she’s lost weight."
Juliana wanted to deny it, but Elias nodded and said, "Understood, I’ll take note of it."
The owner didn’t disturb them anymore and cheerfully attended to the other customers.
"Is it to your taste?" Juliana asked.
Elias nodded, "Initially, I thought you brought me here deliberately to show the difference between us. But after a few bites, I realized, you’re simply sharing good taste with me."
He deliberately brought up her intention and gently dismissed it, as if telling Juliana: I understand your test, but I don’t mind the difference in status between us.
"But the first time I thought the food here was good was over there."
She raised her hand, pointing to the garbage bins not far away.
