CHAPTER 139: CHAPTER 139: WHAT DOES CLOSING YOUR EYES MEAN? DO YOU HAVE EXPECTATIONS OF ME?

Juliana froze entirely.

Elias paused in his movements and raised an eyebrow, "Is this some new attack strategy?"

Juliana quickly covered her mouth, "I’m not clean anymore."

Elias’s expression darkened for a moment, surprisingly, he didn’t refute her.

He placed her into the wheelchair and looked at Quinn Shepherd.

Quinn quickly pointed towards the driver’s seat and explained, "Boss, I need to park the car first."

Thus, the task of taking Juliana upstairs fell back to Elias.

He glanced coldly at Quinn and pushed the wheelchair towards the elevator.

But upon reaching Juliana’s apartment door, he realized the wheelchair was too wide to fit in.

Elias visibly sighed in resignation, bending down to pick her up once more.

This time, Juliana had smartened up, reaching out to brace his shoulders to prevent him from being too forceful again.

They entered the apartment peacefully like this.

No incidents occurred.

Juliana let out a sigh of relief.

The warm breath brushed like feathers against Elias’s ear and neck.

Elias deepened his breath, his previously steady steps suddenly stumbled, his ankle caught off guard by the rug in front of the sofa...

They fell into the sofa, with him pressing down on her.

The living room was instantly so quiet that only their intertwined breaths could be heard.

She was very soft, he knew that from the first time he held her. But this softness, mingled with warmth and forbidden underneath him, was something he was feeling for the first time.

Elias momentarily forgot to move, his gaze landing on her slightly parted lips, unable to look away.

Juliana’s heart was pounding fiercely, and she too forgot to push him away.

After a few moments passed, Elias came to his senses and immediately tried to get off her.

But Juliana grabbed his tie.

The force wasn’t strong, but it was enough to keep him from getting up.

Elias was stunned for a second, and hoarsely said, "Inviting me?"

Juliana took a deep breath, taking advantage of the heat on her face, finally asked the question that had been hidden in her heart for a long time.

"That night I had a fever, was it you who changed my clothes?"

There was a trace of deep meaning in his eyes, he countered, "Do you hope it was me?"

Juliana’s breathing quickened, speechless.

Then, Elias lowered his head as if to kiss her.

Juliana was in turmoil, quickly closing her eyes.

But the anticipated kiss didn’t land.

She only heard him chuckle softly, warm breath brushing past her lips.

"What does closing your eyes mean? Do you have expectations of me?"

Juliana awoke as if from a dream, hurriedly releasing her grip on his tie, wanting to push him away.

Elias had already risen, standing by the window with his back to her, calmly straightening his messy collar, as if he wasn’t the one who almost kissed her.

Juliana then realized he was playing her, suddenly feeling both shy and angry, grabbing the pillow beside her and throwing it at him.

"Is teasing me fun?"

Elias turned his head, a deep smile on his face, "If it was me, what do you plan to do?"

Juliana was momentarily tongue-tied.

What could she do?

At this age, should she be like in old society, forcing someone to take responsibility for seeing her body?

And besides, he’s Elias, how could he possibly be interested in a woman who had been married before?

Moreover, they both have their own marriages...

Elias didn’t get an answer, turned his head, and self-deprecatingly tugged at his lips.

Already in his thirties, it’s unexpected to almost lose control.

Fortunately, years of self-restraint were still intact, ultimately not voicing a decision that defied social conventions.

At this moment, the intercom by the door rang.

Juliana wanted to answer but her legs had no strength.

Elias walked to the entrance; Juliana didn’t have time to stop him, he had already picked up the phone.

A lively voice of Rosalind Linton immediately came through, "Juliana, I brought ginger duck for you. Tell the security guy to let me in."

Elias’s gaze shifted slightly, paused for a second, and spoke calmly, "She’s not here."

After speaking, he hung up.

Juliana could hardly believe her ears.

She widened her eyes, staring at him, "You... how could you do this?"

The man turned, leaning against the wall, his eyes filled with mischief, "What else was I supposed to say? Or do you want her to see us together?"

Juliana choked on his deliberate misinterpretation, her face turning red.

Elias slightly raised an eyebrow and added nonchalantly, "Don’t get worked up, no need to thank me."

"Thank your whole family!"

Juliana hurled another pillow from the sofa at him.

In the concierge room.

Rosalind Linton held the phone, stunned for several seconds.

That male voice definitely wasn’t Evan Grant’s.

Could there be another man by Juliana’s side?

Rosalind Linton placed the thermal container in the concierge room, walking out with undisguised glee.

It seems to be a mutual indiscretion situation, how thrilling.

...

Upstairs, Juliana crossed her arms, clutching her stomach.

Elias glanced at his phone, a bad premonition arising, he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Juliana whispered, "I need to use the bathroom."

Elias’s face changed slightly, "Can you hold it a bit longer, the maid will be here soon."

"I..." Juliana lowered her head, "I don’t want your maid."

Elias was about to speak when the doorbell rang.

Juliana, afraid he’d act recklessly, hurriedly said, "You mustn’t open the door."

This time, Elias obediently stood there, unmoving.

"Go hide in the bedroom." Juliana said.

Elias frowned, "Am I not fit to be seen?"

Unable to wait for her to open the door, the person outside started entering the code.

Juliana panicked, "Go to the bedroom, don’t speak, don’t make any noise, find a chance to leave on your own."

Elias, "..."

"Juliana, after pressing the doorbell, I realized your legs might inconvenience you, are they better now?"

Summer Shaw said as she entered with the thermal container.

"This is from Auntie Linton to you."

"Summer, I need to use the bathroom, could you help me?" Juliana asked.

Summer quickly placed down the thermal container to assist her.

"Can you walk? Let me carry you."

Juliana gritted her teeth, "I have a bit of strength, just support me."

She, with great difficulty, went to the bathroom.

With the bathroom door closed, the bedroom door "clicked" open on the other side.

Elias walked out with a composed expression, leaving Summer speechless with surprise.

Elias subtly nodded to her and casually walked out the door.

He even courteously closed the door.

Summer felt her world was in a temporal jumble.

She had actually seen Elias at her best friend’s house?!

When Juliana emerged from the bathroom, Summer helped her to the sofa, "Juliana, just now there was a..."

Seeing Juliana’s expression tense, she changed her words, "...a big black rat ran out."

Juliana calmed down, nodded in acknowledgment, "Yes, that big black rat brought me back. We didn’t do anything, afraid you’d misunderstand."

The air was quiet for two seconds.

Suddenly, Summer laughed out loud, "What even if misunderstood? You’re almost single anyway."

But he isn’t.

Juliana lowered her eyes.

Summer didn’t notice her anomaly, turning the topic back to serious matters.

"I watched the press conference live, couldn’t believe Ryan Warner stood up to testify against Quentin Quinn, he should have been dependent on Quentin Quinn, unless he found a bigger support."

Her tone became cautious,

"Juliana, I might be overthinking, but the timing is too coincidental, if his aim is beyond Evan Grant, you need to stay alert."

Juliana’s expression became serious as well.

"I’ve thought about it too, when my legs regain strength, I’ll go see him."

Summer’s eyes twinkled, "When your legs recover, will you still be in touch with that big black rat?"

Juliana’s smile turned faint at her words.

"Don’t forget, he has a family, we... have no fate."

At this moment, inside the Red Flag vehicle.

Quinn glanced at the rearview mirror and started playing music.

Elias regained his focus, "You’re in a good mood?"

Quinn laughed, "It’s your good mood that actually matters."

Elias’s expression paused, the slight upward curve of his mouth slowly straightening into a line.

"How is the investigation into Dorian Lowell’s identity going?" he asked.