Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 257: Sis, Is Juliana Jacobs Really Mom’s Daughter?
Returning to Number 17 Dovian Street, Juliana had something on her mind. After getting out of the car, she headed straight into the house without waiting for anyone.
Zachary reported two work-related issues to Elias, and she and Raine Kane were finally off duty.
Juliana lowered her head and pushed the door open, only to be pulled inside by a figure behind her, who gently pinned her against the wall.
A refreshing aura instantly surrounded her, and the man’s heavy breathing revealed his current thoughts.
"Elias..." Juliana placed her hands on his chest, "I insisted on coming to Kingsford, don’t you blame me?"
The kiss that was about to fall stopped because of her words, his voice was very low.
"Not only blame, there’s also resentment in my heart. Why didn’t you listen to my plan? Even if you had to come, you should have chosen a suitable time. Your arrival stirred a muddy pool, catching me off guard."
"Then are you... very angry?"
"Yeah," his voice deep, "What should we do? Will you give me a kiss?"
"Elias! I’m serious."
The man’s chest shook with a pleasant low laugh.
"Now that you’re here, do whatever you want. I’m here."
Juliana was moved.
He was supposed to be more qualified than Evan Grant to restrain her and give her orders, but he never did.
"Don’t you think I’m a trouble?"
"Everything related to you is not a trouble." He gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, "I pamper you because I want to give you warmth, not chain you. So go ahead, if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up."
Juliana’s heart rippled with emotions; while she was feeling touched, Elias’s lips were already close to her cheek.
"How did you call me in the Sinclair Family courtyard just now, call me that again."
How did she call him?
Juliana thought for a moment.
"Hubby?"
As the word fell, the man’s lips covered hers.
A moment later, he retreated slightly, his breath unsteady.
"Call me once more."
"Hubby."
After repeating it thrice, Juliana was already utterly carried away.
"Good," he coaxed, "Call me again."
Juliana shook her head haphazardly, and the man already scooped her up.
"Let’s change places for the calls!"
...
Now, in the hospital.
Isabelle Sinclair’s hip injury finally began to scab over.
She was about to sit up happily when Florence Sinclair came to visit and said: "Don’t move around, just rest and heal. Juliana went to the Sinclair Family, and it’s uncertain how long you’ll stay at home, so cherish it while you still can."
Isabelle paused in her move to sit up, "Why did she go to the Sinclair Family?"
Florence raised her eyebrows, "Didn’t Grandpa ask Brother-in-law to divorce and marry you? Brother-in-law originally agreed, but then Juliana threatened the housekeeper and forced her way in. I don’t know what happened later; all I know is Brother-in-law has decided not to divorce."
"How can that bitch do this?"
Isabelle clenched her hands, hatred gnawing at her teeth.
"I am going to marry Auden Hughes; even if Mother is fond of Juliana, it won’t affect me. But you’re different, your hope to marry Brother-in-law is dashed..."
Florence timely ceased her words.
Isabelle’s face indeed showed a fear for her future fate.
"You know what to do, don’t need me to teach you?" Florence said leisurely.
"I’m not stupid," Isabelle gritted her teeth.
Florence achieved her goal and smiled faintly, "If you need help, just ask, I’m your sister; I’ll always help you."
After speaking, Isabelle suddenly turned her head to stare at her.
The scrutinizing look made Florence feel a bit guilty, "What’s wrong?"
"Sis, is Juliana really Mom’s daughter?"
Turns out she was worried about this, Florence secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Last time Isabelle sent samples to Kingsford for testing, she personally did the analysis, and one of them indeed matched successfully.
But strangely, after Summer Shaw was admitted to the hospital, the re-testing showed a mismatch.
More peculiarly, the previous samples were later deemed contaminated, nullifying the test results.
"Whether she is or isn’t, as long as she doesn’t share a test with Mom, she’ll never be."
Isabelle heard this and suddenly had clarity.
...
The next morning, Juliana slept a bit longer, waking up to find Elias already getting dressed.
The man’s broad waist and narrow hips boasted a great figure.
Supported by her raised head, Juliana admired for a while. Seeing him choose a tie, she got up and walked over.
She glanced at the deep grey suit he had laid aside and asked, "What’s on today?"
"Several meetings I can’t skip."
Juliana picked a dark blue striped tie from the rack and skillfully tied it for him.
Elias held her waist to make it less strenuous for her to stand on tiptoe.
"Will it be convenient to take calls during the meeting?" Juliana continued her task, her tone natural, "If not, give me Zachary’s contact."
"I’ll ask her to contact you," Elias looked down at her focused brows, "However, as long as my phone’s on, I’ll personally take your calls."
Juliana’s lips subtly curved.
Elias did not inquire why she suddenly asked such a question.
"I’m in a rush today, won’t wait to have breakfast with you," he put on the suit jacket and adjusted the cuffs, "Miss me, send me a message, I’ve set a special alert tone."
Juliana’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.
In four years with Evan Grant, she never received such treatment.
Turns out being earnestly kept in someone’s heart felt this way.
"Who wants to think about you all the time."
Juliana softly muttered, taking a step back to admire her "work."
She was quite satisfied with the pairing.
Elias went to the dining room; when Juliana returned after washing up, he had already finished his meal and was preparing to leave.
Zachary had driven the car to the gate.
The entangle in Juliana’s mind suddenly resolved; when Elias walked to the dining room door, she intercepted him.
While tidying up his suit, she casually asked, "Old Mr. Sinclair is so hard to deal with, how did you manage those years in the Sinclair Family?"
She genuinely wanted to know when her grandfather, who never liked her since birth, started living there.
Because before she left the Sinclair Family, the old man favored the son who had given him seven or eight grandsons and always lived over there.
"Why suddenly ask this?"
Juliana hid her thoughts well, most people wouldn’t notice.
She curled her lips, "I don’t like old traditionalists. He made you marry a placard, and you complied; now that you’ve made a home, don’t go there if not necessary to avoid the fuss."
Elias stared at her for two seconds, the seriousness on his face melted into a clear smile, "Alright, I’ll listen to my wife."
As he spoke, he kissed her cheek, but he didn’t answer her question.
As Juliana shyly tucked her head, a slightly urgent voice came from far to near.
"Brother-in-law, you usually leave around this time; why are you still home today?"
Isabelle awkwardly limped along the path, her pose clumsy like a duck kicked on the backside.
Seeing Elias, her face showed both joy and worry that he might delay his work.
